Chapter 3

"I know!" Caryn announced.

I rolled over and peeked out from my hiding spot. Usually I watched the girls bathe from the other side of the stream, but I had been following Caryn when the girls corralled her. Not that I could complain about the close-up view of my favorite soft-core movie, Naked Cavewomen Bathing--except for the lack of a rewind button when Els flipped her wet blonde hair back.

Naris and Els had been doing most of the talking, trying to come up with a reasonable explanation for who/what I might be.

"He is the son of Fire and Moon!" Caryn said. She was an absolute cutie; unfortunately, little girl liked her explanations on the supernatural side. My not showing up in their camp as a living flame to eat the girls' tormentors probably disappointed her, but she was back swinging.

"Why not Earth-Mother and Father-Sky?!?" Naris asked. I was glad to see sarcasm had a long history.

"You saw him with Fire," Caryn said. "Fire only comes when Father-Sky calls! We did not hear... , but Fire came, like a father to a child."

"No, Naris," Els said. "Caryn was like a son to Pes."

Caryn ducked her head when Naris looked at her. Naris shook her head and sighed.

"He had a rock," Naris said. "He... Fire with it."

"You can't... Fire," Caryn replied. "You can only share him or wait for when Father-Sky calls him. Maybe Fire gave him the rock so his son could call him like Father-Sky does."

Naris and Els shared a look.

"What about Moon?" Els said.

"His hair!" Caryn replied. Naris bit her lip. Els splashed the water. I leaned forward, wondering what about my hair would get such a reaction. "It is as dark as when Moon is in her Father's arms."

"He's a man," Naris said. "A man!"

"A man wouldn't have sent another man to Earth-Mother for a woman!" Els said seriously.

"He wants us for himself!" Naris exclaimed.

It sucked that my choices were Caryn's desire to deify me or Naris's intelligence. Considering Naris was looking right where I hid, at that moment, I would have picked Caryn. I tried to sink deeper into the earth while studying Els; the quiet one was looking better and better.

Naris put her hand on Els's breast. Caryn eyes almost goggled out of her head; for a second, she looked confused between staying to watch and giving the girls privacy. Naris was still staring in my direction, which Caryn mistook as a signal to leave.

Els also seemed confused when Naris pulled her out of the water. Naris let go of her companion's hand and arranged their dresses in a quasi-blanket. Els's smile almost lit up the sky. She lay down on the dresses and fanned her hair out.

Naris knelt between Els's legs and kissed her bellybutton. She drifted upward slowly; I leaned my head up when she got to the blonde's breasts. Naris touched Els's nipples gently before taking the left one in her mouth. Shifting her attention to the other nipple, Naris gave a hard suck and kissed a path up to Els's neck.

The brunette grabbed Els's blonde hair and tilted her head back. Naris stared at my hiding spot as she took the other girl's lips in a hard kiss.

It was difficult to mistake Naris's statement of ownership as anything else. Someone had changed the channel to Cavewomen Lesbian Loving, so I didn't give a flying fuck.

Though I would have appreciated popcorn and cum-rag.

Having to kill two of the three cave-morons cock-blocked my master plan to make the threesome a foursome. The girls knew I was out there so I needed to approach them sooner rather than later, especially with Naris's suspicions building by the moment.

Caryn would accept me with open arms; with a coin and some little sleight of a hand I could probably get her to build me an altar and sacrifice herself on it. Not in a bloody sacrifice way, more in a give that absolutely wonderful little body into my loving care vein. As far as Els was concerned, I got the feeling if left to her own devices she would choose with her stomach.

The boy-man title was a hurdle. I could kill two birds with one stone by adapting my original plan of providing them with more meat: place myself firmly in the category of man and give Els something to chew on. Two votes to one might swing things my way at the critical moment.

I made my way to the spot I passed fish to Caryn. After the experience with the male visitors, she returned the food favor by leaving vegetables, fruit, and cooked fish as an offering.

Taking my usual position, I waited for her.

I had followed Nek out of the forest. There were steppes beyond the woods and at a distance more trees. Nek probably did not stop running until he was past the steppes, but I was glad to have tracked him. The steppes were teeming with possibilities for my next adventure in the Land of Hot Cavewomen.

Caryn approached and set the food down. She grabbed the fish I had placed on the rock and set it on the ground next to her. The formality of her behavior was something new, but I followed our ritual.

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Her smile always made the day a little better. She knelt in front of the rock and sat back on her heels. She put her hands on her thighs. Leaning forward, she hummed a musical tone.

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"Naris is angry," Caryn said. "You should have given Nek to Earth-Mother."

Everybody's a critic!

"She is afraid your... gift from Sham and Darek?s furs means you will take Els from her." She bowed her head almost to the rock. "Nek, I think Sham and Darek, took Naris when they had no... They did the same to Els."

She lifted her head.

"If you must, take me," Caryn said. "Naris would be angry but would accept it."

I might have bought the offer, except she couldn't keep the smugness off her face. Shortie wanted what she wanted and was trying to sell herself over the other girls. I had to make time to find out what Els' faults were, considering the company she kept, the girl probably snored, chewed with her mouth open, and had a flatulence problem.

After she left, I picked up Caryn's offering and headed for the steppes. It's not like I had many other choices anyway, and what's a little worshipful manipulation, sever distrust of anything with a penis, or farting when the girls were in the realm of better-than-anything I?d shaken my dick at. It wasn't like they were going to eat crackers in bed--no crackers and no bed!

"Excuse me, Mr. Big Fucking Antlers, where the little deers at?" I said "Guy! You're making the other boy deers feel inadequate! It's not cool."

I really would have preferred a baby deer. There were young ones in the herd, situated safely in the middle. Even in the open landscape, my new skills got me close enough for a kill, which had a lot to do with how far I could throw the lances. I did not care for a throw into the middle of the herd though; it risked breaking a lance. My encounter with Nek and his friends showed how much of an advantage the weapons were.

I studied some of the does at the edge of the herd, but my eyes kept drifting back to the buck. The monster antlers, there was something about them.

Naris and the dresses. Antler needles!

Up. Step forward with the left. Loose the right lance. Step forward with the right. Throw the left lance. Both lances were in the air at the same time. I turned around and picked up the third lance. When I turned back the buck was on the ground; a lance in the neck and one behind the shoulder. I threw the third lance, catching the buck before it could make it to its feet.

I did not know deer stampeded. And what fuck were they doing stampeding towards the danger! I broke a world record, if not the one for the 25 meter steppes dash, at least the high jump to a tree branch record.

"This would have been much easier with a rifle!" I screamed at the sky. "poppoppop and deer-for-dinner, dammit!"

Eventually, after an hour or so to be sure the deer were not planning to return and avenge the death of their leader, I climbed out of the tree.

"Pussy is no excuse for piss-poor planning," I whispered, looking at the buck.

The lances survived the stampede, probably because the herd had gone around the body. I pulled the lances out and turned triumphantly in the direction of the girl's camp to give my best BADASS hunter shout when I realized an error of my ways.

Big dead deer, long walk back.

You would think a modern man when faced with cavewomen he wanted to get to know could come up with something better. The women would probably have thought even the oldest and dumbest come-on line was romantic-- Hey, baby, wanna share my fire! The best I could do was stagger into their camp and drop the buck in front of said fire.

Not that I carried the thing all the way back: a lot of dragging, the judicious use of a down slope, but the last bit was definitely me. Or at least me and whatever stuffed more strength into my body than any teenager really should have, and when I met the person who did the stuffing I owed them a beer, imported, because the girls were giving me the fan to Rock-God look.

To be exact: Caryn looked at me like I was Zeus, come down from Olympus for a roll in the hay. Els looked at me like I just said "Why don't you order the lobster?" Naris was looking at me like she would like to hit me with a rock.

"Water?" I asked and plopped to the ground on my back.

Els beat Caryn to it. I don't think the little brunette minded too much. She lifted my head and wiggled her legs underneath. Caryn held my head up as Els put the wood cup-thing to my lips. If not for the evil intended in Naris's eyes, I would have declared it the highlight of my life.

If the girls expected me to be the one to initiate further conversation, they were in for a long wait. I was comfortable, getting warm due to the fire, and enjoying an up-closer study of the girls.

I had not counted on getting comfortable enough to get hard! Getting the filling feeling in the southern region, I tried to sit up and cover up. Caryn put me in a chokehold and pulled my head back to her lap. I would have used my hands to hide my state except for Els fascinated study of the problem area, which only made the problem bigger.

"Fire and Moon... him," Caryn said pointedly at Naris and Els. The blonde looked away guiltily.

"He is not the son of Fire and Moon!" Naris said between gritted teeth. By virtue of pulling on me and pushing herself more underneath me, Caryn wrapped her arms protectively around my upper body.

The better part of valor was silence so I kept it zipped, especially with Caryn's hands drifting downward.

"He is a man!" Naris said.

"Not Nek!" Caryn replied.

"Better hunter than Nek!" Els added. "And he shared Fire."

"He is still a man!" Naris spat.

"A boy-man!" Els replied.

"He killed... ," Naris said. "He's no boy!"

"Then he's a man, Naris," Els said. "A man who gave me a... gift. A man who killed Sham and Darek! A man who brought his kill to feed us."

"How do you know that?" Naris asked. She turned her blue eyes on me, "Did you bring the... for us to eat?"

"Buck or deer?" I asked.

They stared at me, so I put my hands to my head and stuck the fingers out, "Buck!"

I made a chopping motion and took the hands away, "Doe."

I brought my hands together to show a small thing, "Fawn."

Making a sweeping gesture as if to cover all three things I had mentioned, "Deer."

Naris looked at me like I was the village idiot, but Caryn got the idea, "Buck."

It was not what she actually said, but my mind wrapped buck around it. You would think my imagination would come up with a translation method which did not hiccup on words or cause my head to ache when the girls' language collided with mine.

"I wouldn't mind you sharing some of the meat with me, like Caryn does the fish," I said looking at Naris. "But it's for you."

"For us," Naris replied quickly.

"Yeah... the three of you."

"Why?" Naris asked. "Why give us food?"

There were a lot of answers to the question, including the one about the alliteration of a foursome by a fire.

"I'm alone."

Clearly, Caryn had an agenda in the vicinity of sacrificing her body, over and over again, to the son of Fire and Moon. With Els I got lucky, looking no older than Caryn prevented her from really thinking of me as a man, and the food/fire combo was like saying "I'm a surgeon... and single" in the wrong bar to her.

Naris tolerated me.

She kept on the other side of the fire, gave Els a very nasty look when the girl handed me a choice piece of meat, and about had a conniption when Caryn made eyes to where I lay down to sleep as if she wanted to stay close to me.

The cold shoulder was fine with me until the next morning when Naris took it to the next level.

"You didn't help with Fire." Naris's voice had an edge of snip, which I despised in my ex-wife's voice when she got annoyed.