Much later, I gave a long sigh and took my dick out of her cunt. It got extracted with an erotic gurgling sound, her stretched hole staying wide open as if to conform to my size. As it got unplugged, a large amount of semen flowed out of it, smearing the woman's pelts.
I watched elder Ducat’s form, now on her back after multiple changes of position. Initially startled by the postures she experienced for the first time, she soon enjoyed it all, orgasming repeatedly on my cock. She was currently panting hard, twitching from time to time due to some remnant of the strong bliss she had gone through.
I moved toward her head to place my shaft right in front of her mouth. Without any words, she understood her duty and opened wide, taking it to slowly clean me up. She was visibly exhausted, even though I had done all the work. She wasn’t so young anymore that she could have several hours of violent sex as if it were nothing.
When she was done wiping my tool clean using her mouth and tongue, I extracted myself from her, and she lay down on her back, staring at the ceiling, breathing deeply. Eventually, she looked at me again, complex emotions in her gaze.
“I… I like you a lot, Keon.”
This took me a little by surprise. In this world, feelings were straightforward. There were only two types: family love and friendship. There was no such thing as romantic feelings or anything as remotely close to it, which made sense considering the current way men and women interacted with each other.
In other words, elder Ducat was trying to express feelings that she had no concept of, hence why her words sounded slightly awkward. I smiled at the mature woman.
“Is that so? I like you too, elder. I’m always enjoying my time with you.”
She grinned back, her expression full of joy. Impulsively, she took my head into her hands and buried me into her chest, the sensation of her massive boobs agreeably surrounding me. I turned my head a little to suckle on one of her nipples, not ready to let any opportunity pass by idly. My gesture pushed her to moan a little, her nipples still hard from the previous mating, while she used one hand to caress my hair with affection.
“I’m happy. I never thought I would ever be so happy.”
I looked up at her from my strategic position as she continued.
“Please don’t ever leave me, Keon.”
This made me chuckle.
“Don’t worry, elder. I’ll bully you until we return to nature.”
Her smile deepened further.
“Yes. I’ll do anything you want. Forever.”
She closed her eyes, appreciating the moment, and I soon noticed she had fallen asleep, looking extremely relaxed and content.
These were the kind of words I had wished I could hear even once in my previous life. It was ironic that I needed to be reborn to hear them. I had no regrets, though. I was never a good fit for my previous world. In comparison, I was like a fish in water here, even though I could die at any moment. Even if that happened, that would be fine too. This life was all bonus, anyway. It would be greedy to ask for more. I could only do my best, and if I were to die in the process, so be it. If I could fuck all the women in the tribe before that, even better.
I covered elder Ducat’s body with more pelts, waiting for her to wake up. We might get scolded for skipping our duties, but that didn’t matter too much. Frankly, the conditions were so harsh here that it happened relatively often, especially among children. Elder Ducat herself could always say she was grabbed by a man to mate and got hurt in the process, which was oddly close to the truth.
Now that my stress was relieved, I began considering my options over the following days. Truthfully, after getting the boost from the blessed raktuf, the children's training regimen didn’t do much for me anymore. I was already the tallest among the kids, and getting close to the fully grown adults. My physical condition was something an Olympic champion would admire back in my previous world, and my magical reserves were so vast that I had to cast very draining magic to exhaust them every day.
More often than not, I was going through the training on automatic, thinking about other stuff while running and throwing spears. I found myself relatively idle compared to other tribe members. I couldn’t go hunting anymore, so the best I could do was to go scavenging with the women. But even that felt boring after experiencing real hunting.
Of course, my sexual partners noticed I had more time on my hands and invited me more aggressively. However, the physical differences between us were so large that I usually fucked them silly, and they often recuperated for a few days before coming back to the charge.
In the end, I used most of the following year to complete my metallurgy and refine my magic handling. When I reached thirteen cycles, I felt I had done everything I could. My pelts were now reinforced with metal plates on all vital areas. I had a metal spear together with a new metal shield, which I believed would be a great help.
In terms of magic, I was a lot more confident. I was certain my current self would be able to handle the previous blessed raktuf alone if necessary.
There were two years left before I became an adult, but I was growing impatient. Frankly, nothing would change much between now and then, and I still wouldn’t be able to get integrated into a hunting group.
As such, I decided it didn’t matter if I were to start now or later. One day, I left the cave alone and retrieved the equipment I had hidden outside. Full of confidence, I initiated my first solo hunt.