In other words, I would be hunting solo while others would be hunting with many people. Why would I relish the small advantage I gained after a lot of hard work when they excluded me from their groups?
To be able to hunt alone, I would need any single bit of power I could muster, and I wasn’t about to naively give it to people who were nothing more than my rivals within the clan.
Anyway, I was still a long way from having created a decent and usable weapon. For the next steps, I would need to do some real blacksmithing. I would need to hammer the mass of metal until it took the exact form I wanted. And then, I would need to polish and sharpen it. Finally, a wooden handle to cover the body part would be nice since having raw metal in hand was too slippery and uncomfortable.
Offense was good, but I shouldn’t neglect defense either. Warriors usually used pelts from powerful blessed beasts, since they were so sturdy, but that didn’t mean I shouldn’t have metal armor. However, thinking about it, I realized there was no way I could truly smith metal armor. Maybe if I focused for ten or twenty years to perfect the craft, I could get some results. But in the current circumstances, with nothing except hand-made tools and a makeshift furnace? No way I could create something so complicated.
That didn’t mean there was nothing I could do, though. Instead of armor, I could simply craft small plates that I could then incorporate into traditional pelt armor to reinforce it. If it were just that, I could probably manage to do it.
All of that kept me busy for a long time. I was now nine years old, growing taller and stronger.
One day, something unexpected happened during bathing time. As soon as the men finished cleaning themselves and left, we would start the festivities, as usual. By now, this had become a small ritual. My mother and Libes would come to me, and sexual matters would ensue, with the other women in the area forming a large circle around us to watch our frolicking. Some of them even sometimes masturbated to the view, which only made things better for me.
Today, I was having my mother and Libes in front of me, sitting in a corner of the basin with only their feet in the water, their legs wide apart. I was sending my hands into their pussies, my fingers banging their snatches, effectively giving a double simultaneous fingering.
The sound of my fingers going in and out of their holes resonated lewdly in the area, coupled with the two women’s grunts of pleasure, and some slight moans from a few other women schlicking to us.
“Ahmmm…! Baby! It feels so good! Mama isn’t going to last long!”
“Yes, Keon! Harder! Do it harder, deeper! Mhmm! So good!”
My partners were reaching their limit quickly. By now, I knew what I was doing since this had become routine. I usually started slow, and then progressively focused on what they liked best. My mother, for example, liked specific spots of her inner cunt to be stimulated. Libes, on the other hand, liked finger-banging more. It was always interesting and exciting to see how they were all so different, including Ursi.
My mother was the first to come today. Her twat and body spasmed as I grinded the upper part of her walls, releasing a loud shout of pleasure.
“Mama’s coming! Aaahhh!”
I stimulated her to the end of her high, following which I retrieved one hand to pay more attention to Libes. I used it on her clitoris, which made her waist jump in a spike of bliss.
“Aahh! It’s too much! I’m going to come too! I’m so close, Keon! It’s going to come out!”
By now, I had become an expert in making her squirt. I didn’t do that without any reason, of course. Right when I sensed she was there, I glued my mouth to the upper part of her slit, straight over her urethra, while continuing to bang her strongly.
“I’m there! Yeeesss!”
She orgasmed strongly, her vagina exploding into her common jet of ecstasy. I was ready for it, letting it all enter my mouth, savoring the taste. Its flavor was different from normal pussy juices. It was sour, salty, and more fluid too compared to the sticky inner cunt releases. It was such an erotic taste that my dick twitched in happiness as my mouth was getting filled by a large amount of it.
I gulped all the squirt as it came out, tasting paradise, wondering how I could have gone without it for so long.
As Libes finished her orgasm, I cleaned her twat properly since I was already in position, when a woman called out to us.
“You three, I’ve been watching you for a while, and I have a question.”
It was rare to be interrupted in our fun, so we all turned that way. I recognized the one talking. It was elder Fevalto, who took care of teaching the girls in the tribe, the one Dyla found too strict. She grabbed the woman next to her with one hand, who I also knew. It was elder Ducat, the kind elder who taught us about magic.
“Keon, would you like to try new things with us?”
This startled me. Prehistoric women were usually passive and not very innovative. My curiosity was piqued.
“What do you mean by new things?”
“I’ve been talking for a long time with my friend Ducat about men's and women's relationships. Looking at you, we’ve been wondering if those things could work.”
“Like what?”
“I’ve always felt mating was lacking for me. One day, I was in a terrible mood and refused to mate with a man. I was beating up for it, but I still felt quite good about the man’s expression when he didn’t get what he wanted.”