As we walked back, my mind was still full of the feeling of the vagina my cock just tasted. Elder Fevalto was far from being as tight as Dyla or Ursi, but her inner flesh was more tender, coiling comfortably around me. I was glad to have finally experienced gilf pussy, which had been as great as I expected.
We met a lot of activity as we returned to the main caves.
“Quick, help me cook the meat! The warriors will need a lot.”
“I can’t, I need to prepare more spears for them!”
“The new women will need to have some beds! Take some pelts from our reserve!”
Many people were running around in a hurry, suddenly looking very busy. It was a different ambiance from the usually quiet grotto I was used to.
“Do you know what’s going on, elder?”
“The warriors have decided to raid the Mival tribe to get more women.”
“Oh…”
I wisely kept quiet for now since she didn’t look very happy about this. We separated at that moment, but I soon found out that combat training was cancelled for today, and until the end of the expedition, since warrior Kalam would also take part in it.
Everyone was busy, including the girls, who were recruited by the older women to help. The only exception was us boys, who didn’t have anything to prepare since we wouldn’t join the expedition, and also couldn’t help with the women’s tasks because that wasn’t our role.
Many boys chose to stay close to their future hunting team members, regretting not being able to take part in such a glorious endeavor. The rest were divided into those who watched the chaos happening around them and the others who ignored it all to train by themselves.
The rest of the day was spent in such a hectic mood. In the morning of the following day, everything was ready by the time the sun ascended in the sky. Without wasting any time, around eighty highly motivated muscular warriors left the tribe, moving toward what I considered the north-east, which was where the Mival tribe was supposed to be.
From what I heard, that tribe was less than half the size of ours, and no one doubted the result of the attack, especially with warrior Sakir leading the group. Even I knew some tales about him, like how he took down some of the fiercest blessed beasts far away from the clan location, some of them being strong enough that even his group members couldn’t help in the fight, making those pretty much solo kills.
I could only imagine the despair the Mival tribe would feel when a whole pack of these rugged warriors, led by a well-known champion, would fall on their heads by complete surprise.
Meanwhile, though, the rest of our clan didn’t stay idle either. The expedition would last several days, which meant that, with most of the warriors out, there would be very little hunting being done for some time. The remaining warriors had to stay inside the caves or close by to react to any potential danger, and it was bad enough that even the shamans were assigned to guarding duty.
After all, just like our warriors were assaulting another clan, there was no rule saying we couldn’t be attacked too during that time, whether it was by another tribe or some beasts.
The mood was tense inside the grotto for the whole time the warriors were absent. We limited our consumption of food to the minimum, and some groups of women even had to go to the forest to forage for anything nourishing.
Finally, after six days, the warriors came back. Judging by their expressions, they were victorious. This became even clearer when we saw a group of twenty women in the middle of their formation. Their faces were the exact opposite of the warriors’, full of sadness and resignation. Some even had trouble walking, which, considering that they wouldn’t have taken part in the fighting, only proved that some warriors hadn’t waited until they came back to mate with them.
Not everything was good news, though. The Mival warriors had fought back with all they had, killing eleven of our warriors. Faced with these results, I had a hard time pondering whether this was truly worth it. We lost eleven warriors to get twenty women, while probably killing a bunch of people from the other tribe, too. No matter which mentally sane person thought about it, it didn’t seem like such a great deal.
Nevertheless, the returning warriors seemed extremely satisfied with the results. They had even hunted some beasts on their way back, starting a feast to celebrate their victory as soon as they were back.
The twenty captured women were given to the tribe’s women to take care of. Their beddings were already prepared, each getting one, made of fresh furs and pelts. The gloomy women looked around, taking in the sights of their new habitat. At that moment, one of the younger ones suddenly teared up. She started sniffing loudly, and soon enough, she was crying, her hands on her head. A few other women broke down at that moment, many beginning to wail together with her.
Unfortunately, this was right when a bunch of the victoriously returning warriors came to the area, leering at the new women. Without caring a single bit about their crying, they pointed at the women they were interested in, one by one.
“You, mate with me.”
“And you with me.”
“I’ve chosen you. Be honored.”
One of the chosen ones was still tearing up, and being chosen only made her cry even further. The man ignored it all and took one of her arms to lead her toward the mating cave. For the rest of the evening, more men came in between enjoying the feast of meat and tales of their valor to mate with all the captured women, none escaping their fate.
Some even got chosen multiple times, each deepening their despair, to the point that a few ended up having to lie down on their new bed, too hurt to stand anymore.
From a certain point of view, this could be considered as borderline mass rape. Yet, in this prehistoric world, this was just another common occurrence. The strong survived and did whatever they wanted, while the weak died or had to obey the strong. Such was the reality of this place.