Chapter 14B

The strongest argument for me to follow the Mate's Honor tradition came from Ema. Nobody knew she made it. On a mental level, I understood the whole unmated women are supposed to 'accommodate' the males of the tribe, but seeing it in action put a whole new spin on it. Wun, Parak, and Leh used Ema as a masturbatory aid whenever the need struck them. I thought Leader's Rights were bad enough, but these guys...

Wun and Parak weren't much better in the sex department with their mates. I'd witnessed some of those sessions too. Those guys might as well have been fucking a hole in a tree.

Finally, the inside of my hips made contact with Dru's ass. My Slave Priestess whimpered. It hurt her, but she made no move to stop me. I grabbed her hips and pulled her back to get my dick in as deep as I could. This was it! I wanted to move, to thrust and cum inside Dru's ass. Even if she wouldn't have held it against me if I took what I wanted without thinking about her, I did want to wait for her to adjust. Selfish reason. It would make stroking easier!

I tried to fight my instincts on the Mate's Honor thing. Said instincts being 'Hell, yeah! Fuck them too! Get Wena on her knees, place your dick between her tits, and gift her with a biggest pearl necklace they've ever seen! What? They haven't seen pearl necklaces before! Goddammit boy, you need to show them! Aris? Make her sit in your lap, fill her to the brim with cock, and suck on those boobies she likes to flash so much! In fact, from now on, every time she flashes them boobies, you announce to the heavens what an honor it is to have those boobies in your tribe and fuck the hell out of her!'

The whole honoring the guys thing wasn't flying with me. Whatever the women said, I wasn't sold on the cavemen, in the darkness of their soul, actually thinking it showed respect if I fucked their women. No way! No how!

The female arguments were better. Life expectancy couldn't be high, so the death of a woman's mate was very real possibility. Caryn, Els, and Naris were extremely lucky when they ran away, even luckier I found them. The tribal social structure had the extreme danger of their existence as its foundation. To a woman, the possibility of being without a tribe had to be one of the most terrifying things they could imagine, especially considering their very identity as a person seemed wrapped up in the tribe.

Yes! We've turned onto Rationalization Street.

I didn't know what the cave mate vows were, but the Ema thing stuck in my craw. Granted, I had what amounted to three mates in Caryn, Els, and Naris. The whole Dru and Reia being my harem was probably worse than Parak and Wun screwing Ema. Definitely, worse than Leh doing it, since he wasn't mated to Li yet. Still, the A-Three were very clear that no matter the structure of our relationship, we were NOT mates. They agreed on bonded concubines (no idea where I heard the term but the women loved it). Caryn was the catalyst for Reia joining the tribe (mostly!), and they wouldn't hear of violating the Leader's rights tradition. Dru did what she felt necessary to save her son's life; the A-Three thought of Dru as a part of me.

But it wasn't like I cheated my girls. I did a lot of fucking and the A-Three got more than their fair share. From what I could tell, tribe women weren't familiar with male caused orgasms. They thought it was an Achilles phenomenon and not that their men couldn't find a clit if it was as big as my dick.

Yadda. Yadda. Yadda. Blah. Blah. Blah. This is a man talking himself into doing something he REALLY wants to do but knows he probably shouldn't do. Okay! Something he knows he shouldn't do!

Though I will never tell her. This is the part where a man appreciates being pitted against an evil female genius like my sweet Naris. She used an Anue tradition I had vociferously supported the establishment of, and in fact, felt should be made permanent law, the ritual drinking of my seed in the morning after workout time.

My morning workout had been expanded due to the additions to the tribe. Leh built stone head spears for all the males. Gamen, Winik, and Leh asked me to teach them to use the spears more like I used the lances in a fight. They joined me in the mornings to practice the moves I taught them. Parak and Wun were more conservative about change; they joined us in the morning but made no move to learn a more combat oriented style of using their spears. The new members were told about Caryn's dancing with the saber-teeth and it being how Priestess worshiped the Gods in my tribe so the men pretended not to see it, that way they wouldn't question the obvious bullshit excuse. Dru's vows had to be some powerful voodoo! Nobody blinked when she picked up one of my lances and tried to shadow my patterns.

Every morning as soon as I stopped, the men filed out of the area. The A-three stripped me of the loincloth and exercised the honor they reserved for themselves and those they chose to reward. There was the kicker! I had allowed the ritual to be an honor for the A-Three and let them mete it out as a reward when Reia was the only one who could receive such a reward. An after-workout lick job from Reia? Fuck thinking about possible consequences to letting the women have their way!

With the expanded Anue, the A-Three walked me into a trap. First, they rewarded Ema. I wanted to fuck Ema, but we were still playing our little tease game. Having her drink my seed elevated the tease. Ema redefined 'enthusiastic head' and came twice before I did. I didn't particularly give notice to Naris making sure Ema understood drinking my seed after my worship of the Gods was a reward. Next came Dru. I did not know the A-Three and Dru worked out something about the Drinking Ritual. Like the men, Dru left every morning as soon as workout time was over. One day, Naris told my Slave Priestess to stay as the women wanted to reward her for--come to think of it, no idea what the women were being rewarded for when the A-Three blessed them with the privilege of sucking my dick in the morning.

It was different with Dru that morning. Her vows to me were her personality now, but for the time it took me to cum, I was with the woman instead of my Slave Priestess.

See! Evil fucking genius! Naris tricked me into helping her build the trap! I had been a willing participant in making the Drinking Ritual something special, reserved for the A-Three. More importantly, I was all about 'Yeah, this is how you ladies reward women in the tribe! You share with them the grand privilege of sucking my dick after my morning workout. I'm sweaty and feeling manly so bring the supplicant forward and let her worship at the temple of my cock!'

So that morning (the one which was ending with me taking Dru's anal cherry), I turned around after my workout ended to see everyone filing out as usual and Aris. She was naked, sitting on her heels. Aris let me know how much she wanted her reward with her nipples. They looked like they were going to pop off those beautiful boobies.

No joke! Naris is a dangerous woman. Had she picked Wena, I might have been able to grab my balls, squeeze hard, and break the tradition. Not because I wanted to fuck Aris more than I wanted to fuck Wena. They were different women so my desire for them was different.

Wena looked like the woman every boy should have as his first. If that virginal boy knew what he had, instead of hurrying to lose his virginity, he'd take the time to enjoy the bounty of Wena. Beautiful, big tits. Wide hips. A view of that ass when she bent over took me from zero to 'I need to fuck' instantly. I wanted to relive losing my virginity with Wena as the supporting actress and do it right. A night of investigating every curve, everything that made her a woman and me a man. I wanted to get up the morning after Wena, look down, and see a gentle, happy smile on her face as she dreamed of being with me again.

Aris.

The woman at the nightclub. You see her. You touch her. You're in the bathroom with her panties in your mouth. You're lifting her off the ground with your arms under her knees. She's biting your shoulder. Your neck. The pain feels good! It helps you not cum all over her pubic hair. Her pussy is between the cradle of your arms. You drive forward. She kisses you around the silk and her own flavor. You can't think. You're a fuck machine! Driving. Thrusting. She's screaming into your mouth. Her pussy is squeezing you. She wants you as bad as you want her! She breaks the kiss and screams. She doesn't give a fuck who knows that for tonight you are her man.

'Yes, Master!'

Aris didn't say anything when I pulled her mouth off my cock. I pulled her up and finally got my mouth on those boobies. The A-Three maneuvered Aris high enough that they could use the head of my dick to rub her pussy lips. Aris grabbed my Mohawk and moaned.

By tribal status, Parak should be the first mated male honored by having me fuck his wife, Wena. The A-Three knew it. Aris knew it. I knew if I wanted my dick in Aris right there, none of them would deny me.

I did want.

I lay back and turned Aris around. Reaching down, I grabbed her legs and spread them wide. A hand guided my dick to Aris's pussy again. The tip bumped against Aris's clit, making her gasp. I moved my hips and rubbed her clit with the head of my cock. The owner of the hand moved my dick up and down, using the head to stimulate Aris's clit.

It was torture for Aris and me. She squirmed. The motion got her more contact with my dick. Aris moved her hips experimentally and got the results she wanted. She pushed down with her hips to get more pressure against her clit and rotated her hips as fast as she could.

She didn't last long with my dick rubbing her clit like that. She quivered and sat up a bit. The hand below lost its grip. Aris arched her back and pressed down against me. The angle shift put the tip of my dick at the entrance of her pussy. Aris moaned as my dick split her pussy lips open and penetrated slightly. She shifted her hips trying to fuck herself on my dick.

Wena should be the first.

I grabbed Aris's legs tightly, preventing her from getting what she wanted desperately. I took a deep breath, grasping at a little sanity. The movement was sudden. I pushed up with my hips, penetrating Aris's pussy with the head of my dick. She cried out. I pulled out completely and fucked the head back in. It was driving me crazy, but I held to the shallow fucking. After a few more penetrations, Aris came.

Before her orgasm ended, I spun Aris around. Grabbing her hair, I forced my dick into her mouth. Hands touched mine. I let go of Aris's hair and felt her head being pushed down to drive more of my cock into her mouth. I grabbed Aris's legs and moved her around to where my head was between them. I moved my hands to the strawberry blond's athletic ass, spreading her cheeks. I pulled Aris down and sucked her pussy. Aris tried to scream around my cock. The hands on her head used the opportunity to push down and make her take more of me. I released her pussy and focused on sucking and licking her clit like a madman. Aris screamed, got more of my dick shoved into her mouth, choked, screamed again, and kept screaming as I continued my assault on the center of her pleasure storm.

Fuck thinking about something else! Dru was MY Slave Priestess! I grabbed her hips harder, pulled back a couple of inches with my hips, and thrust back into her ass. I pressed against Dru's ass cheeks, grinding my cock into her. I leaned my head back and yelled at the sky. I let it go, stroking only a couple of inches to fuck Dru's ass.

Like a true Slave Priestess, Dru came when I released my load into her.

So how exactly does ones broach the subject with a cave-dude?

Hey, guy, you know that thing where I fuck your wife and you think it's fantastic. In fact, you consider it an honor. Well, I've decided it's time to press that honor on you.

Congratulations, I'm Ed Mc-cave-mon. You've just won the Publisher's Cave-house Sweepstakes. That's right, sir, I'm here to fuck your wife.

It took a few days to try and figure out how to phrase it properly. At the end, I said fuck it and waited instead for the best time to tell Parak I was going to do his woman as prescribed by the by-laws of HIS society. I might throw in a 'Not my idea, dude. I'm only doing my part to maintain a stable society.'

The stable society thing wasn't a joke.

Aris being rewarded with the Drinking Ritual was no secret. The women's reaction to it clued me in that there had been an underlying tension in the tribe over my refusal to give out Mate's Honor. The tribe took me allowing Aris to be rewarded as a sign I would be doing some honoring of mates soon. The collective sigh of relief was almost audible. By my standards, fucking the married women was bad juju, yet these people acted like me agreeing to take a bullet for the team was assurance that the sun would continue to rise in the east.

"I guess this is as good as it's going to get," I whispered.

The fellas and I were doing the male bonding thing by going out on a hunt. I could have taken something down sooner on my own, but I wanted to see how the tribes hunted.

Badly. Like suck badly!

I would have classified them in the scavenger/gatherer grouping rather than in the hunter/gatherer. No fucking wonder they bent their women over backwards and forwards to keep a good hunter happy. Their pathetic hunting skills proved conclusively this place couldn't be real. I had to be in my personal Heaven, Hell, or hallucinating. These people invented language but had not discovered the concept of working together in a hunt. That's not fucking possible!

Their Gods must have been smiling down. The men, by sheer luck to me, cornered a deer against a pocket of large boulders. The deer would probably have made it out if I didn't keep cutting off its escape. Parak stepped up and stabbed the deer with his new Leh and Caryn manufactured spear. The effectiveness of it caught him by surprise. He let go as the spear sank deeper than he expected.

I pulled Parak back before the deer knocked him over in its pain panic. Spinning, I pulled the spear out of the deer and kicked the animal in the head to stun it. Putting the spear in Parak's hands, I pushed him forward to finish the job.

I couldn't fucking believe it! I had to kick the deer again to give Parak more time to get the job done. How the fuck did these people survive? Finally, Parak stabbed again. This time he had a better feel for the capability of his new spear. He planted and struck as hard as he could. The other guys joined in with spear thrusts of their own, but it was obvious Parak had done the job.

As they were standing around clapping Parak on the back and talking about what a great hunter he was, I did it.

"Bluh. Grumble. Mate's Honor. Grumble. Umm. Wena." I finished my incoherent blabbing by pointing in the general direction of Parak. I maneuvered around so I faced them all in case Parak decided to take offense to what I said or didn't quite say but certainly implied.

The guys clapped Parak's back again. They lauded how he obviously deserved such an honor, just look at the meat he brought in for the tribe. Parak chest expanded like he was the cock of the walk. The dude strutted to the deer and put his foot on it. The bastard thought this was the best day of his life.

Fucking psychos!

I accepted my utter defeat on the Mate's Honor thing a little later. The men were doing the stuff hunters do after they kill a thing. The A-Three and I had a clear division of labor; I did the killing and they did the bloody stuff afterwards. I liked it that way so I had taken a couple of steps away after the celebration over Parak's kill ended. Parak said my name so I turned back to see what he wanted. He was holding some part of the deer's insides out to me. His hands and forearms were covered in blood. The thing he tried to give me looked like the hearts on TV.

Uh, no thanks! I shook my hands and waved for him to keep it. The look on his face said it all. Shock and Awe! The men behind him gasped.

What did I do?

Parak looked like he would burst with pride. He had tears in his eyes. The other guys shouted and did a little dance of joy. They behaved like giving him the heart was a much bigger deal than Parak taking down the deer on his own or me saying I'd do his woman.

How does this spell my defeat on the mate's honor thing? Let's rewind. For Parak to think that me giving him the heart of the deer was a far, and I mean FAR, greater honor than fucking Wena, it meant he truly believed me doing Wena was an honor. The look on Parak's face left no doubts. The guy was ecstatic with pride about the heart thing.

I'm in hell! It's the only logical explanation. I don't think I'm crazy, and I'd have to be absolutely nutso for this to be a hallucination. Someone can't imagine real crazy people without being crazy themselves. These people were absolutely off their fucking rockers. Any day now, some twenty foot, all lit up on fire demons were going to show up and pin my ass to the ground with their huge pitchforks.

That's fucking nasty, Parak! He bit into the heart. Oh my God, I'm going to hurl! Hur! Hurrk! He chewed on the shit in his mouth noisily. His face was completely covered in blood. The cave men were chanting loudly around him. Parak took another large bite. Hurk! Okay, fuck this shit! I'm inventing grilling and doing so real fucking soon. If you motherfuckers expect me to do that shit, I'm also inventing the portable barbecue and making you carry it for me. Fuck that man crap! Raw meat is why we invented cooking, you jack-offs!

No. No. NO!

Following the example of his illustrious leader, Parak took a few more large bites and offered his bloody feast to the other men. They were stunned by his generosity. Hur! Hurk! I couldn't watch anymore. Turning around, I walked in the general direction of the Anue cave. After that show, I needed a bath, and damn right, I was going to insist on all the women taking one too.