Chapter 2

I was never a poetic guy: two brunettes and a blond, all fucking hot! Not hot because they were naked and frolicking in a stream; but hot (period), naked (which made them hotter), wet (increasing their hotness), and frolicking (... ).

I closed my eyes and shook my head. I leaned to the side and gave the monster tube of flesh room to continue expanding.

"Don't let me be dreaming!"

I opened my eyes and sighed as the three women did not disappear to be replaced by the people with horns and pitchforks I had been waiting for. If they were going to appear though, they were going to wait until I got closer so I decided to stay still and see how far the horn people would go to draw me out.

The short brunette, who seemed to be about my teenage body's age, was the best at frolicking. She exuded joy and freedom as she splashed water at the other two, drawing more and more into the shortie's game.

The tall brunette was older by a few years than the cutie; the blonde fell somewhere between the other two but closer to the older brunette's age.

The two older girls (I doubted any were out of their teens) finally gave in to the youngest spirit and double-team splashed her into submission. Screaming happily, the young brunette ran out of the stream, grabbed what looked like a dress, and fled into the trees.

The other girls looked after her shaking their heads. They settled into washing up and talking. I could not get closer without breaking the tree line so I had to make do with the visual pleasure.

After a while, something crossed between them. They looked around, guiltily, and focused on where the shortie had run off.

I decided on heaven or a very cruel hell!

The girls moved closer. The brunette reached out slowly, as if unsure, and touched the blonde's breast. My only experience with two women doing it was porn, but no porn movie had ever shown that a woman could melt into the touch of another.

The blonde's body sighed, and her weight shifted forward into the brunette. They leaned into each other and made contact with their lips. I had seen kisses like that after my unit returned from a combat deployment. It felt like the girls had not been able to kiss for some time; they pushed towards each other, trying to occupy the same space.

Their breasts touched as they knelt. The blonde's arms went around the brunette, pulling her even closer. The brunette drove her hands into blonde hair and took what would have a painful grip if the girls had not been in the firmer grip of passion.

I held in a groan and turned out of lying on my stomach. My cock actually fucking throbbed in reaction to what I was seeing.

The brunette stood up suddenly. Taking the other girl's hand, she led her out of the water. Maybe five feet from the water, the girls lay down. I was glad they stayed in view, or fuck security; I would have broken cover to keep them in sight.

The brunette crawled on top of the blonde, kissing a line from her bellybutton until they could become attached at the lips again. The blonde's hands explored the brunette; she was desperate to touch everything, everywhere, to get to end point of what they were doing already.

The blonde dug her fingers into the brunette's hips, which got the message across. The brunette spun around, put her hand's on the inside of the blonde's thighs, spread them while straddling her victim's head, and dove in.

I could hear the moans and passionate cries as the girls got down to business. I had enough time to take hold of my dick and stroke a couple of times before the three of us shot off at the same time.

I watched the girls put on dresses and walk in the same direction as the little brunette. I turned on my back and stared at the sky. There wasn't a point in pretending I was not going to follow them.

I got up and made my way quickly back to the where I dropped the bag. I brought it to the tree line and set it down next to the most recognizable tree I could find. I studied the stream for any distinguishing features before I crossed. The water got up to my groin; I made note that fish were swimming freely; any pool formed by the stream should provide easy food. On the other side, I studied surrounding area again, as long as there was enough light I could find my way back.

Finding the girls proved easy enough. My eyes read signs of their passing like a map (something else I chose not to question at the moment). They were camped in a clearing like the one I woke up in. I found a position slightly above them, which gave me a view of the entire clearing.

They were sitting around a fire, feeding it with something close to... as if the fire was precious but a thing to fear also.

I studied the camp looking for signs of others, but it was too small. The women did not behave as if they were waiting for others to arrive either. Three women alone in the women didn't make much sense to me.

I settled in for a long stakeout.

The fish went through its death throes at the end of my lance. Lucky for me, I liked sushi or the last five days would have sucked. I augmented my diet by picking the same fruits and vegetables I saw the short brunette collect as I followed her.

Watching the girls' camp had brought me no closer to any answers. The girls were out there alone, but their behavior was a mystery.

They were too respectful of the fire, never letting it get low but always somehow afraid of it. I would have described their attitude as worshipful if their dresses did not show craft long past the taming of fire.

The dresses were made of animal skin; the young brunette's dress was significantly shorter than the other two girls', maybe a couple of inches lower than her ass (giving me plenty of nice peeks to keep my dick in a state of hardness).

I could not resolve their attitude with the fire and the quality of their dresses.

The girls were an even deeper mystery. The older pair carried an air of injury to them, as if a fire had burned them and they could not get close enough to it to be warm again. The younger girl did not exude the fear and if not for her obvious view of their experience as an adventure the camp would have been drowned in darkness.

I could understand their speech, almost as if it were dubbed in my mind. Their speaking patterns were simplistic, like adults who never grew out of baby/young child talk. Questioning the skill sets I had somehow acquires was something I stopped doing after breaking out the swords and going through forms which I had never learned but were as natural as the martial arts one I did know.

All in all, I still had no idea about the big picture, but the girls offered my best chance at figuring out some of what was happening to me. Approaching them openly was out of the question, the older girls would panic.

After I accepted the conclusion, the girls were alone. I scouted the area, thinking about how to make first contact (so to speak).

The bear upstream worried me; I had no idea how far it would roam for food. I located the cave again and watched the bear for some time. It was content with fish and long naps so while I had to keep its existence in mind, I did not believe it would wander near the girls' camp. I did take the opportunity during one of the bear's naps to find a position which let me look into the cave. I couldn't see the entire layout but enough to tell my first impression had been correct: spacious and well-situated.

The bear was the only thing close to the girl's camp of any real interest. I would have liked the girls to have camped on the other side of the stream and farther away from the animal, but it was not an overwhelming concern.

"It has to be the youngest." The other girls' fear would require cutting them off to get them to talk to me, which would only make them more afraid.

I had followed the young one around on her excursions for food; an accident of horniness brought about our first communication. She was reaching for something on a low branch; the dress drifted up, exposing the lower ends of her ass cheeks. She bent over a little, giving me a nice view of her pussy. I shifted restlessly and brought the lance heads together in a metallic ting. The girl froze and looked around, after a while she shrugged the sound off and finished her fruit gathering expedition.

I made the same sound later in the afternoon. The young girl proved more aware of the other girls' amorous get-togethers than the other girls probably wanted her to be. The cutie made sure to give them privacy every day. She picked a wash as her excuse that day. I followed her to the water; I touched the lance heads together as soon as she was out of sight of the camp. She looked around; her brow was furrowed, but she did not look scared at all.

Watching her bathe made me need to relieve some pressure.

On the way back to the camp, I made the sound with the lances again. She smiled as she looked around. The next day she took several opportunities to be out by herself; I played our song enough times to let her get comfortable with it. I don't know how she explained it to herself, but I planned to make good use of her trust.

I concentrated on their conversations until I got what I needed, names: Naris the tall brunette, Els the blonde, and Caryn for the shortie.

Naris was their leader, but age did not seem to be the primary driver of her position. The other two looked to her whenever they had questions or wanted approval/comfort.

After the fish died, I threw it ashore. I lanced the second one I needed a few minutes later. I made my way to the spot I chose and set the fish out. Making my way back to their camp, I hoped I'd read the girls correctly.

Naris and Els were restless. They had not been alone since the morning before and were accustomed to two lovemaking sessions a day. Caryn would want to give them time alone--a bath was her usual excuse in the afternoons.

I nodded when Caryn made her way out of the camp towards the stream. I made the trip I planned several times so I was able to stay ahead of her while maintaining silence. About halfway to the stream, I touched the lance heads. The sound was softer than normal; Caryn stopped and looked back to the camp. I could almost see her trying to decide what to do. I touched the lance heads again, even lighter than before.

Caryn walked in the direction I wanted her to. I had not wanted to push her too far so I only needed one more guiding tone before she found the rocks with the fish laid out on top.

On a couple of occasions they had talked about the fish in the stream, trying to figure out how the men hunted them. Their discussion of the possibilities stopped when Caryn suggested making spears; even she seemed shocked and afraid of the suggestion. The girls filed quietly back to camp; they barely looked at each other the rest of the day.

Caryn stared at the fish in wonder. She looked around, but with absolutely no fear or worry. She knelt in front of the rock and whispered. I had not dared stay close so I could only make out some of the words.

"Earth-Mother... you... Father-Sky... thank..."

She had no doubts; she picked up the fish and walked back to the path they used to make their way to the stream. She took her bath slowly, still wanting to give the others time alone.

I used the time to get to the position closest to the camp. I did not dare get into it without the girls being asleep or distracted. Naris and Els were certainly distracted which allowed me to get comfortable without them noticing me.

Naris about flipped out when she saw the fish, but for the first time, Caryn stood up to her. It was not actually standing up, more like ignoring any suggestion that the fish were a bad thing.

"I asked/prayed (my mind actually heard both words) to the shining one of the night."

I slapped my head lightly and whispered, "Moon!"

"The Moon is not Earth-Mother, little one," Naris said gently. "She does not give us."

"You do not know," Caryn replied sharply. "Moon is like Fire; they give and take."

"What will Moon take, Caryn?" Els asked.

Caryn shrugged in a way which made it perfectly clear she did not care what was taken. She ignored the women and placed the fish on a rock near the fire. Carefully, she pushed the rock closer to the flames.

Whatever the other girls' concerns, it did not stop them from eating what I provided. I sighed watching; sushi was getting old, especially without rice, wasabi, ginger, and soy sauce.

Pretty much, the raw fish thing was beginning to suck!

My plan would have taken a few days before letting Caryn see me. Even with the rain, I did not intend her to catch me helping them.

The downpour caught all of us by surprise. Naked and wet sucked, but at least I wasn't cold. The rain made it easy to get near the camp, but I had to risk my eavesdropping position to be able to make out anything.

The girls looked devastated. Their fire had gone out. They huddled together; unlike me, they were cold.

They barely moved until the rain stopped a couple of hours later.

"What are we going to do?" Els asked Naris. "Do we go back to the Tribe?"

"No!" Naris near-shout startled the other girls. Els reached out and stroked Naris's arm.

"I will..."

"Do not, Caryn!" Naris bit off. "I prayed when Nek... do not!"

"We cannot without fire, Naris," Els said. "We cannot."

"I know."

Through my spying, I'd learned Naris was responsible for the girls' dresses. The way the girls spoke about them made it clear Naris' ability was far beyond the norm. The others girls considered Naris to be touched by the Earth-Mother.

They didn't move the rest of the day; they fell asleep pressed tightly against each other. Losing their fire was something which would make their existence grievous. I could see clearly enough even with the little light provided by the Moon, but I was sure Caryn would consider my night vision a gift from the shining one of the night.