Chapter 4

"They're not boy-spears," Naris said.

Caryn and Els were splashing up a storm in the water. The blonde had noticeably relaxed and been more playful since I joined their tribe. The cave-morons screwed the pooch with Els; the girl was a prime candidate for 'missus in the kitchen and a mistress in the bedroom'. Having a male around camp suited Els fine.

Naris was trying to learn how to use the needles. Caryn's work went far in explaining her supernatural bent. Shortie was an ar-tease-tt! Her carving skills matching Naris's intelligence. More impressive was that Caryn only used sharpened rocks to do the work.

It took some quick talking to convince the girls a needle was not a weapon when Caryn made the first one too big, giving it the appearance of a knife. Through some side questions, I learned women in their Tribe were not allowed to touch weapons. The closest I could get to an explanation was that only worshippers of Father-Sky could touch weapons and only men worshipped Father-Sky.

I thought my use of weapons might be taboo if I did not make some obvious worshipful motions towards the big guy above. I figured Caryn, as the most religiously leaning, would tell me what I needed to achieve a state of faithful correctness. I learned that being the son of Moon, therefore the grandson of Father-Sky...

Enough to say, being a Demi-God had its perks, at least in Caryn's religion.

"I thought they were like the... boys use to say they are great hunters," Naris said. "But the needles are like spears but not like spears. Your spears are just smaller spears."

"I use them differently than someone like Nek." I regretted saying the name when she poked her finger with the needle.

"I'm not big," I said.

"You are!" Els protested, sitting down next to Naris. Wet blonde looking at my dick made me bigger. Little brunette sidling up on me on the rock, as naked as the blonde, did nothing to help the size issue.

"The men of your Tribe and mine hunt differently," I said.

"Not my Tribe!" Naris replied. Els patted Naris's thigh.

I learned to avoid the issue about why the girls broke from the Tribe. Even Caryn did not like to talk about it. With the inroads I made, I did not need to know more than they were unlikely to go back.

I picked up a lance.

"The Tribe men hunt like this." I made a thrusting motion with both hands on the lance. "Like what Naris was doing with your dresses, it will do, but there are better ways."

I stood up and threw. The lance pierced into a tree on the other side of the stream. I ran over to retrieve it.

"Is it really better?" Caryn asked Naris, staring at my dick though obviously speaking about my lance.

"How many of the Tribe men could have taken down a buck alone?" I asked.

"Not a teenager," Els said. "Not Nek either, his first kill was..."

The girls looked at each and at me before laughing. It was not the first joke Els made, comparing the cave-morons and me to their detriment, since I joined them.

"The buck was not your first kill," Naris said to me. Her attitude towards me warmed significantly after Caryn's first acceptably sized needle.

A few other pointers on how to do things better around camp and adding some variety to a steady diet of venison with rabbit and a turkey went a long way towards having them accept me in their circle.

"No... Sham and Darek were not the first men I sent to the Earth-Mother."

I walked back to camp. The girls had their secrets; I wanted to keep some too.

The rain sucked; like sucked big post-taking-a-dump with one still-peeking-out donkey ass!

Not wanting to use any more char than I needed to, I built a make-shift basket, covered it with a skin, and used it to keep a flame alive until Father-Sky decided to stop pissing on his grandson.

The girls watched what I was doing the entire time. Lighting the fire from the flame I husbanded through the rain shocked them to the core.

Thousands of years of ideas and concepts were embedded in everything I did in my life before the hallucination. I knew how to solve the simple problems, but to them, those simple problems were the greatest challenges they faced.

Caryn had intentions towards my place in the world. Els's loyalty to Naris spent the days since I joined them fighting her nature, a suburbia mini-van stay-at-home view of the world. Everything I did which made Els's life easier raised my stock in her eyes.

The fire basket broke the camel's back.

I turned around and knew trouble came calling. Shortie's face shone with zeal. Els's looked determined. Their appearance was not what made me pause though; it was the feeling of a fast approaching car salesman pitch. They did not say anything, walking a few steps behind me as I made my way to the stream. The air of respect from them towards me had grown daily, but suddenly we were playing a totally different game.

They sat by the rock I used to watch them bathe and waited. I took my time; rarely had two women approached me like these two were doing without it being trouble. Come to think of it; two women had never approached me like two tigresses ready to pounce.

I decided to push and see if I could make them avoid whatever was on their mind. I got out of the water, standing in front of them I stretched mightily. It put my dick on display. I stared up at sky, thinking about the last Naris and Els show I got to watch. The girls dropped the pretense after Caryn refused to leave for one of their afternoon get-togethers by the stream. Naris might have avoided it, but Els was hot and horny.

I opened my eyes to look at the girls. Yeah! Trying to scare a size queen away by shoving the biggest cock she'd ever seen in her face. Fucking brilliant! And Caryn... fucking brilliant!

I sat on the rock before my cock spewed from the worshipping looks on their faces. Caryn looked like if I said it was her holy duty, she would be on the problem as soon as she cleaned Els's clock. The fight would be necessary because of the blonde's on the spot conversion so she could take part in the first sacrament of Caryn's religion.

"Yes," I said. Caryn and Els looked unsure for a moment. Caryn nodded and squeezed Els's hand tightly.

"We want you to be..." Els told me. I wondered if the girls would think less of me if I asked them to say every word they knew and define each.

"I don't understand," I said. At least, I got them to understand that my tribe used different words and though I knew theirs, some were slipping through the cracks. Naris keyed on them needing to find different ways to say things when it happened.

Concentrating on Els's words helped.

"We want you to be (the one on top of us)," Els said slowly.

Hallelujah!

"I don't think I got that," I said, but I hoped I did. "It sounded like you want me to..."

I pointed to my dick and her groin.

"It would be your... if you were (the one on top of us)," Els said. "At least with Naris and me. Caryn is..."

I squeezed my temples until I felt pain, which helped distract me from the ache below. I held a hand up to stop them from talking so I could think about their words. The one on top of us, not talking about sex or at least not directly?

"Leader!" I said, snapping my fingers. "You want me to your leader."

They stared at me.

"Like Naris is now," I told them.

"Yes!" Caryn said, clapping happily.

"Hold on! What about Naris?" I looked at Els.

Els stared at the camp, biting her lip, "Naris is... Naris knows this is best too."

She squared her shoulders and met my eyes. "This is the best, Achilles. We left the Tribe because of Nek, Sham, and Darek, but also because Lant did nothing about them taking what they had no... to."

It was the same word she had used to say it would me my (whatever) with Naris and her.

"Right," I said. "I would be my right to have sex with you if I were the leader!"

"Naris and I are not mated, and we are not..." Els said with a nod towards Caryn. "Leader has the right."

My dick swatted the pain of our words colliding in my mind aside. I had more important things to deal with.

"How do you know Naris knows it's for the best?" I asked.

"You are the son of Fire and Moon," Caryn said. "It is your right!"

"Caryn, I'm going to spank you if you speak again."

"What is spank?" she asked Els. I picked her up, folded her over my lap, raised the short dress, and spanked both her ass cheeks.

"Naris will not accept it," I told Els.

I wanted leadership of our foursome especially with Els dropping the sex was my 'right' if I were leader thing. The girls followed Naris because of her intelligence; I had years of men following me because of my ability to get them home. I needed the girls, but they needed me more. The hunting alone would have put me in the primary position; the knowledge, though, so many things I knew were possible they had not even thought of yet.

"With Nek and them, what they did, Naris will not accept me as leader," I said.

"She will!" Els replied. "She has to! If Nek convinces Lant to come for us..."

I squeezed Caryn's ass cheek, "They'll die here."

"You hunt. You call Fire. You show Naris--NARIS!--how to do things better, Achilles!" Els was pleading.

"You are the son of Fire and Moon!" Caryn shouted defiantly. "Even my father would have called you to be leader!"

I set her back down next to Els.

It was unfair to Naris; she led them from the Tribe. She held their hands. She had been afraid and showed them courage when they needed to see it. Unfortunately, a life spent walking a cliff was never fair, and I increased their odds of survival exponentially.

"How?" I whispered.

"You are our leader," Caryn said. "We know it. Naris has not said it."

"She must!" Els said.

I stared at her.

"Take her, it is your right," Els said. In case, I might have been confused what Els was talking about, she reached out and stroked my dick with a fingertip.

"She will leave," I said. "Like with the Tribe."

"You are not Lant, son of Fire," Caryn said. "You would bring her back."

"Nek, Sham, Darek, they took what they had no right to," Els said. "Naris knows you are already leader. Leader has the right!"

Naris knew.

She came down to the water while the girls were still talking to me. The way they looked at her; the way I wouldn't.

She knew.

I returned to camp late. Thinking about it didn't help much; I still had to...

Naris tried to make it easy. She lay between Els and Caryn; she was naked. She really was the brains of the outfit. Whatever had happened to her, she understood: Els made a choice out of a desire (need) to survive and even Caryn's hero worship had some basis in reality. Not a Demi-God, a man, but a man with knowledge of things reserved for their Gods.

Naris knelt, turned around, got down on her elbows with her ass in the air.

I had been horny from the moment I stumbled across the girls. Els was telling me I had a right; Caryn had gotten over the masturbation scene and ratcheted up the flirtation in the attention she paid me, and here was the tough nut to crack offering her body to me. But only her body!

There was ego to what I did.

I walked over and knelt behind Naris. The girls backed away. I put a hand on the small of Naris's back. A sob escaped her, but it was too late. I reached between her legs to place my hand flat on her stomach.

I flipped her over.

"No!" she exclaimed when I settled between her legs. I grabbed her wrists and pressed them to the ground above her head.

"No!" she yelled and pushed her hips up. The motion touched my dick to her pussy. She twisted her hips to break the contact. I settled more weight on top of her. She turned her face away when I moved in for a kiss; I bit the side of her neck instead.

"Don't!" she cried.

I was gone into the heat of dominating the one who rejected my presence at every turn. Naris had warmed, but in her eyes was still the resentment of needing a man to survive. I pushed up and moved down her body, still keeping her hands trapped. I licked her nipple before taking into my mouth for a hard suck. Naris's attempt to shake me off forced my mouth away from what I wanted.

She still did not understand how far past her male counterparts my knowledge extended.

I opened my thighs, spreading her legs. I took my left hand from her wrists and wrapped my arm around her head. Pinning her right arm, I grabbed her left arm from around her head. She knew immediately the position freed my other hand while keeping her helpless. She threw her hips up and turned towards me, but with a twist of the hips, I countered, gaining her nothing except opening her pussy even more to me. Grabbing her chin, I turned her face to look at me. She tried to shake her head away when I kissed her. I popped up from her attempt to bite me.

My fingers drifted along the centerline of her body. I let her anticipate the coming touch.

"NO!" she shouted.

I cupped her pussy. Els had touched like I did, but gently, to share pleasure with her lover. I wanted to give pleasure; I wanted to take pleasure. The only thing gentle about what I did was the touch, and only because it had to start gentle.

"I will not!"

I stared into her eyes as she waged war against it. She looked away from me; her pussy moistened. Naris tried to close her thighs, but I was blocking her. I dipped two fingers inside to wet them.

Naris fought hard suddenly. My position was too good for it to be effective so I pressed my fingers to her clit and allowed her motion to do the rest. She kept her fight up for those seconds too long, which were more about what she was feeling than what she felt about it. She tried to escape the sensation by arching her back and pressing her ass to the ground. I lifted the fingers to the barest touch on her clit.

Moving my fingers in small circles, I put my teeth to her neck.

"Noooo!"

I took the risk of her breaking free. I cupped her pussy again and shifted down to take a nipple into my mouth. I pushed two fingers in and out of her pussy while keeping pressure on her clit. I switched to the other nipple.

Naris pushed up and shook as hard as she could to free herself. It was her last gasp! I used my weight to pin her down, took her lips in a hard kiss, and focused my attention on her clit.

Her mouth opened in a silent scream as she came.

I took advantage of her peak. I pushed my arms under her thighs and rolled her up. Her hands were free to fight for a second, but I took it away by grabbing her arms at the biceps.

Her body was in position for the taking. My dick touched her pussy, kissing the moisture of her orgasm. She didn't say anything, giving me a look bleeding of hatred, resignation, and raw desire. I moved my hips and pressed down. My dick found the spot without guidance. I took a deep breath and fucked into Naris.

She was tight; not tight because of my size, but tight and my size made it better. I pushed in deep and kept going. I hit bottom, pulled back, and rammed in, forcing Naris to take all of me.

"AHHHHH!" she screamed and lost it. She wriggled maddeningly, pushing her hips up, twisting them' her legs pushed against my arms; she got her arms free and dug her nails into my forearms. "NOO!!!."

I wrapped my arms around her thighs, pulled her up, and fucked Naris with no consideration to her tightness. I bit her shoulder, thrusting at the edge of control.

She was with me, scratching, as I thickened inside of her body. Naris's hands grabbed my hair and pulled my head back. Her teeth sunk into my chest but nothing could stop the tumble into pleasure.

Her pussy squeezed around me in orgasm when I shot into her, taking what was mine by right as leader.

Naris was not talking to me; neither were Els and Caryn. I did not resent the defection, even if they had been the ones who suggested the taking.

They had a different idea of take than what I had done. Naris's nudity and position made it obvious I was to take my pleasure and be done. They couldn't have known my pleasure was hearing her scream, feeling her pussy milk my cock desperately when my orgasm brought one to her.

Her eyes told the story when I got up from her body. The pleasure only made it worse: Els and Caryn's betrayal, her pride damaged by the knowledge supplanting her as leader was best for everyone, having to debase herself with tacit permission to fuck her. And I reached into her soul and ripped a part of it for myself.

"What are you doing?" Caryn asked. It was the first words any of the girls had spoken to me in two days.

"I am trying to make a spear like the one the Tribe men use," I replied. I managed to carve out a hole in one of the cave-moron's spears, but I could not fit the sword hilt to it.

"Why?" Caryn asked. "Your spears are better."

"My lances aren't better, Caryn, except in the obvious quality and metal heads," I said. "The lances are used differently so they're different. The Tribe spear has its uses also. It just needs to be improved on."