Chapter 12: Of Bad Boys & Good Girl Scouting

By the next morning any fear the women of the clan had of me was either gone or ignored. They still acted apprehensive but I think it was more because none of their clansmen were around than because of me. I believe that the confidence and self-assurance that my mates displayed was even beginning to rub off on some of them. Some bustled around preparing breakfast, others taking care of babies or youngsters, while still others remained on lookout, but farther outside of camp now that it was daylight.

I found it intriguing that so many of the clan's women now looked up to Sheel, asking her what they should be doing, then following her instructions without question. Perhaps my mates were correct, little by little perhaps we could change things for the better.

Sheel, Roya and I were standing together discussing the prospective of sending out scouting party's when Martreen joined us. I had already made up my mind that I needed to come up with a plan allowing me to go out scouting by myself without letting them know my real reason was I did not like the idea of placing my mates in danger.

"Good morning," Martreen greeted us, then looking at Roya and Sheel she asked, "May I?"

I had no idea what Martreen was asking permission to do, but apparently my mates did because both of them giggled a little then Sheel responded, "If you must, go ahead."

Martreen nodded a thank you to them, followed by her throwing her arms around my neck and pressing her lips to mine. She gently nibbled on my lower lip then her mouth opened and her tongue darted out exploring my oral cavity. When her tongue retracted, mine followed and entered her mouth where I did some exploring of my own.

Without breaking our kiss Martreen took my hand from around her slim waist and slipped it under her furs pressing it onto her bare right breast. I squeezed her breast flesh then pinched its nipple to hardness with my thumb and forefinger. Martreen moaned around my mouth and her hips pushed forward pressing tightly against my crotch.

"Well, I think that's just about enough of a good morning Martreen." Sheel said stepping closer to us.

"Me too." Roya added also stepping a little closer.

"Hummm... Oh, all right," She pulled away from me giving my hand back. "Sorry Sheel, sorry Roya, I know he's your man, it's just that... well, I don't need to tell you, do I? You both already know."

"Yes, we do know," Sheel told her as she hooked her arm through mine, "Believe me, we know."

"Thank you for understanding, and Dac, thank you. By the way, no one told me about guard duty last night and I slept like the dead and feel so alive this morning," then looking directly at me she said in a much softer voice, "mostly thanks to you Dac," then once again in her normal voice, "I feel ready for just about anything."

"We were just talking about sending out scouting party's to try and locate Broc so he doesn't surprise us." Sheel explained to Martreen.

"I was thinking..." I said, "... but only if you agree Sheel, that I would like to go scouting for Broc by myself. I'll be able to cover a lot more ground that way and it will also leave both you and Roya here to defend the camp. I'll feel a lot more comfortable knowing the camp is protected."

"If you think that's best Dac, then that's what we'll do." Sheel responded.

"This is still your operation Sheel, you need to approve or we'll think of something else." I threw back at her.

"I think he's asking for my opinion Roya, you know what that means." Sheel joked.

"Fine, but not without me you don't." Roya joked back.

I laughed. "Have I ever told you two that I love you?"

"Not lately." Shell answered with a mock pout, as she puffed out her lower lip.

"Come here you little lion cub." I pulled her to me, then I took her pouting lower lip into my mouth and seductively sucked on it.

"Earth Mother, to have such a relationship with a man. What I wouldn't give." Martreen commented.

"By the way," I asked after releasing Sheel, "has anyone seen Treeya? I haven't seen her all morning."

Roya and Sheel just looked at each other, then they both chuckled a little before Roya answered me, "She heated some water and is now, even as we speak, scrubbing every inch of her body with the soap you gave her."

"It would seem she overheard Roya and me explaining to Martreen how you like your women, and she is bound and determined to become one as soon as possible." Sheel added.

"But she's not even of woman age yet?" I said stating the obvious.

"I know the moon should be made and unmade several more times before Treeya is of woman age but, perhaps she is closer than we think. The fact that you came for her has had a tremendous impact. For the positive, I might add. I've noticed subtle changes in her even in this short amount of time, and I think, like me, the Earth Mother has given Treeya some hidden insight. It isn't the perception I have, but it is something. So you must be careful Dac, her mind is a very delicate thing right now." Martreen noted.

I was about to complain that I did not have the necessary skills to handle a delicate mind, but never got the chance because Treeya came bounding over to us.

"Hello everyone," she greeted us, then suddenly turned a little shy.

I was surprised to see that sometime during the night Treeya had fashioned herself a pair of trim, lightweight leather pants and leather shirt outerwear exactly like my mates and mine. I had no doubt that Roya and or Sheel had a hand in helping her craft the outfit. With everyone on guard duty last night, I wondered where they had found the time. But, they are women, and women, my new mind had come to realized are amazing creatures.

The second thing to surprise me was the size of Treeya's breasts. Now, without the heavy furs to conceal them, I saw that Treeya's breasts were even larger than Roya's.

Treeya walked over to me and gave me light hug, "Good morning Dac." She said very tentatively. She smelled of fresh soap.

I drew her a little tighter feeling those magnificent breasts pressing against me. "Good morning little flower," I responded, "I love your new outfit. You look great in it."

"Thank you. Roya and Sheel helped me. They gave up some of their sleep time." Treeya explained pressing herself even tighter against me.

"Well," I said after giving Treeya a light kiss on the lips, "Let's have a look at you. Turn around for me."

When Treeya stepped back Sheel mentioned, "You'll notice that we intentionally left off the spear straps. Roya and I knew you would want to explain to Treeya yourself about how her jumpsuit will get in the way of their accurate placement."

I laughed. My girls were so thoughtful.

Treeya did a slow, graceful, pirouette showing off her new clothing. Just like Roya's and Sheel's, the pants hugged her bottom very nicely displaying her firm little butt cheeks.

"Wow! Now all three of my women look great." I said appraising her.

Those words had an immediate and profound impact on Treeya. Her face actually beamed with excitement, then her eyes filled with tears and she literally flew into my arms crying, "Oh Dac, am I truly one of your women? Am I truly?"

"Of course you are, for as long as you will have me. I told you last night I love you. Roya and Sheel love you too. You are a part of us little flower. We are all one." I said motioning for Roya and Sheel to join us. They both put their arms around Treeya and me, and we all hugged together. I couldn't help but notice that Martreen's expression seemed to become a little melancholy as we hugged.

Our little party was broken up when two of the clans women informed us that breakfast was ready. The five of us sat together and while we ate we readdressed the issue of sending out a scouting party.

"I agree with you going alone Dac, as long as you promise not to confront Broc if you find him." Sheel said with conviction in her voice.

"I promise." I assured her, "When I confront Broc, I want you and Roya there to back me up."

"Yes. Please... come back to us", Treeya pleaded.

"Don't worry," I replied, "I'll be careful, and besides, I can look after myself." False bravado, I wished I was as sure as my voice indicated.

Turning to Martreen I asked, "By the way Martreen, how will I be able to recognize Broc?"

"That will be only too easy." Martreen replied, "He'll be the biggest, ugliest one in the pack. He's just as large as Threm, only uglier." She paused for a moment then continued, "I don't have any proof, but I believe both Threm and Broc are the byproducts of a breeding between one of our kind and one of the old one's. Both of them have the bulk of an old one, yet the mind of our kind. A dangerous combination to be sure, based on those two anyway."