Time passed quickly after that. I now had two women to supply me with fresh juices, especially the newest addition, who often released in great quantity. I updated her on other practices like fellatio and cunnilingus, putting her on the same level as my mother.
We were also taught new and important knowledge during theoretical lessons. I learned that we were far from being the only tribe in this area, and that wars and skirmishes happened all the time. Warriors would raid other clans and steal from them, including women, who were considered vital for a tribe’s growth, and of course, for men’s pleasure.
Our tribe was built like that, too. I was surprised when the elder revealed that she was initially from another clan, just like about half of the women in the cave. Women were often captured during raids, and they never resisted, even if they were shamans. As such, they also were never hurt by invaders, and it felt like they were no different from any other loot. They simply accepted that they were now part of a new clan and lived their lives there, adapting to the new circumstances. As expected of ancestral times, human rights just weren’t a thing, much less women’s rights.
Our clan was one of the most powerful in the region due to many such successful raids. Our grotto was also one of the best places to live in, something I had often noticed too. Frankly, it was amazing. It only had one entrance, had plenty of space inside, had an open courtyard-like area for babies to enjoy the sun, and was very safe in general. It was no wonder a clan would prosper here.
But still, even in this other world filled with dangerous beasts and where death could happen anywhere at any time, humans were fighting among themselves. As if surviving wasn’t already hard enough. How insane.
After the incident in the forest, I decided to join these small expeditions as often as possible, since it would be a terrible loss if my future harem members were to die helplessly there. Fortunately, there was no other attack from beasts, which proved that the place was still relatively safe. I remembered how almost everyone had been shocked and paralyzed when the warek attacked. It was clear this wasn’t a common happening.
Dyla initially didn’t join me because she was too scared, and I didn’t force her to come. However, after a few weeks, she started to miss our time together and gathered her courage to go outside again. Maybe my constant encouragement for her to be strong wasn’t completely in vain. Despite her timid attitude, she was also a shaman, though a fledgling one. If she put her mind to it, she could at least defend herself a little in a pinch.
She still disliked women’s training, calling it tiresome, which was my exact feeling about physical and combat training. By now, I was completely ostracized by other boys, who had formed groups within themselves. These groups weren’t random either. They were linked to adult hunting groups and were trying to include kids of all ages, to have a constant supply of warriors for hunting together in the future.
I wasn’t certain how things would turn out for me in that regard. I tried to brag about killing a beast already, only to receive mocking laughs in response. These simple-minded caveboys had made up their mind about me, and nothing I could say mattered anymore, even if I wiped the floor with boys of my age every day during one-on-one spars. The way they kept sneering at me and talking behind my back was much more powerful than the reality of what I was, a typical example of group self-inducement, only seeing what they wanted to see. Wasn’t this just like how sects operated?
Not everything was terrible, though. When Dyla and I became seven, I noticed something interesting. I was usually too busy taking care of myself, Dyla, my mother, and Libes, but I was still paying a little attention to things around me. In particular, I often glanced at my sister Ursi because of how she was watching over me.
There was a slightly interesting pattern in her movements. Sometimes during free time, she would leave the common caves and go somewhere by herself, only to come back a little later. When I monitored her more closely, I found out that she would always leave after a man came to fetch a woman for mating.
My pervert’s instincts sensed some potential there, and one day, I followed her. In front of us were the man and woman, heading to the mating cave. A little behind was my sister, walking far enough not to be noticed. And then, behind all of them, was I, acting like a ninja in prehistoric caves.
When the duo entered the mating area, my sister hastened her steps in their direction. She didn’t stop at their cave but continued forward to the next grotto. There, I spied on her as she took her place right next to the wall separating her place from the mating two.
She sat there and put her head to the wall, gluing one of her eyes to it. From my position, I barely managed to see that there was a small hole in the wall. Ursi slightly opened her legs, placing one hand over her chest and the other inside her pelt, over her groin. She slowly moved them, massaging herself in a well-established self-pleasuring manner.
My sister was schlicking to the man and the woman mating in the other cave. She was a voyeur, and even though her face was calm as usual, her eyes flashed a little in excitement. Hello, fellow practitioner! I like voyeurism too! Too bad there was only one hole, or we could enjoy ourselves together!
Come to think of it, she was always watching me doing stuff with Mom and Libes. To be exact, she had been watching everything intensely from the very day I was born. It might have been her innate perversion, something she was born with.
And of course, there was no way I would leave such a juicy situation alone.