The women had to suffer for a few more days until the post-skirmish frenzy quieted down. By the end, most looked fed up with life to the highest point. Our tribe’s women tried to help as best as they could, providing anything the new women needed and caring for them whenever possible.
Once the novelty wore down, the clan resumed its normal operation. The warriors went back out of the cave to hunt, including me with warrior Aldrui’s group. The new women rested for some days to recuperate from the constant mating, joining the rest of the workforce after that. Still, they tended to stay together, not mingling much with the rest of the tribe members.
With twenty non-hunters more to feed and eleven warriors less, the hunting groups were out more often than usual. In the end, this would continue to be the case until more boys came of age to compensate for the ones lost in the attack.
In the following days, we learned a bit more about what happened during the assault through the words of those who participated. The Mival tribe’s warriors didn’t fight to the end but surrendered when about a third of their number was killed. The fighting stopped at that point, and our warriors chose an adequate number of women to grow the tribe’s size, which I translated to choosing the women they wanted to mate with.
The Mival tribe had taken a very serious hit in this exchange, their size and potential instantly reduced by around a third. Dire times would be in front of them, especially if other clans got word of their situation and decided to finish the job.
In these ancient times, there was no concept of diplomacy, trade, exchange, or anything remotely close to that. As such, there was no option for the Mival tribe to ally with another tribe, or even merge with one, to increase their chance of surviving. Their best hope was to stay alert and be on the defensive until they grew again. Travelling to another place also wasn’t a great choice. The relatively safe places were all occupied, and exploring somewhere new ran the risk of coming face to face with a powerful blessed beast, incurring further losses.
Time passed quickly after that. Progressively, the captured women opened themselves to their new environment. Several of them also ended up getting pregnant and were sent to the cradle, where life was slightly more relaxing. The others had no choice but to mix with the rest of the tribe since there was no point in staying gloomy forever. Life in our clan wasn’t very different from the one they had before, except that they were surrounded by strangers. They soon adapted to their circumstances, creating new friendships and living normally again.
I was now eleven, still growing nicely in every possible way. My magical energy reserves had reached a level even greater than what I believed warrior Aldrui possessed, which made me glad to have worked so hard every day for it. They were still increasing without any sign of stopping, though, and I knew I was far from my limits.
On the forge’s side, I now had a basic spear ready for use, of relatively decent quality, at least compared to what I first created. I had also forged a few pieces of metal armor and started creating a reinforced pelt armor. I had also pondered creating a shield, but eventually chose to postpone it. Considering the strength of the beasts and warriors of this world, I thought it might break on the first hit unless I reinforced it with magical energy. At least the armor could be worn passively, but the shield would need to be held, and I believed there was better use of my arms than that.
Back to the present, I had something special in mind for today. I usually had my way with Libes and my mother during bathing time, or during sleeping time, but wanted to do things a bit differently for once.
During one of the midday resting times, I went to find my mother and Libes and convinced them to come with me to a deserted cave. Persuading them was easy. My mother did almost anything I asked, and Libes only needed to be told I would give her great pleasure to happily trot behind me.
There, I readied the terrain, putting our pelts on the ground and asking them to lie down on them. They obeyed, looking a bit curious since this seemed to be unlike any other time.
I now had these two nude milfs in front of me and couldn’t help cackling joyfully.
“Gul gul gul gul gul! Let’s start.”
The beginning was the same as usual. I needed them to be in the correct mood for what would come later. I played with their bodies, fingered their pussies, licked their mature cunts, and made them cum several times.
I watched the two of them, reddened by the pleasure, sweating slightly, their eyes glazed, and their breathing difficult. Their legs were fully parted, their twats drenched in their fluids, inviting me to continue any time I wished, seeking further stimulation.
It was now time for what I had planned. I started with my mother first. I came closer to her, putting my head next to her ear, and whispered.
“Mama, I love you. Say, Mama, I want to mate with you. Can I?”
After realizing that elder Fevalto didn’t seem to care about breaking the rules, I decided to follow her example and not wait until I was an adult. My mother’s eyes opened wide, as she looked startled, unsure how to respond for some time. She soon shook her head.
“No, my baby, we can’t. You’re too young for that. You know, right?”
Libes watched our exchange with curiosity, without intervening.
I continued to murmur to my mother.
“Please, Mama. I love you so much. I really want to mate with you. Please, can I do it?”
“Uh…”
She flinched when she heard my begging tone, especially the part where I confessed my feelings. Seeing her hesitation, I went on.
“Mama, I’ve been dreaming of doing this with you because I love you so much. It’s okay, right? Yes?”