Black Tulip
Not so delicate flower
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OLD VERSION!!!
For the new version go here: First half and, if you want to, here: Second half
This one should be easy since I have only one major question:
Is it worth submitting?
I have serious doubts about this one. Possibly because I set out to write a historically believable story, not necessarily smut.
But, suppose you answered in the positive, I have some other questions I will post after the story itself. It's 4259 words long, so I think you should be able to plow through the whole of it.
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Dear Hunting
Dawn painted the sky a faint pink tinged with orange and Lars sniffed the air. He felt fairly sure it would snow later this day, but for now the sky lighted slowly up to a pearly white with the sun a pale disc on the horizon. Spring was coming late this year, he thought as he closed the flap of the tent behind him. It was nearly time to celebrate Ostara but there was no sign yet of the ice retreating from the summer plains.
At the sound of boots crunching on the frozen snow he turned his head and watched his hunting partners emerge from their own tents. Ivor, his bow across his shoulder, was still tying his pants as he stepped outside with a big grin on his broad face. No doubt he had started the day with greeting his woman in a proper way. Lars sighed and gazed at Knut. The smaller man had no woman of his own. Like Lars he had his own tent, ready to bring in a mate if they could find one, but so far they'd had no such luck.
Due to the ice still covering the plains, there hadn't been any foraging by the women. Which meant there was no chance to catch a girl from another clan either. So the night before Lars had told his friends of his plan. He wanted to trek across the ice field to find the tents of another tribe so he and Knut could go girl hunting instead of reindeer. There was meat enough for the clan so their contribution could be missed for a few days.
His persuasive, urgent words had easily incited Knut to go along. He was just as tired of using his hands as Lars was. And Ivor was generous enough to wish his friends a mate of their own. All he asked was that they would be back for the festivities of Spring Equinox, the honoring of Ostara as the source of all life. He hoped the goddess would bless him and his mate with young if they coupled during the celebration. Lars understood all too well. Ivor had no next of kin left since his sire had been gutted by a sabretooth last summer.
Lars nodded to both men and led the way out of the small circle of tents that housed their clan. The harsh long winter had dwindled their numbers till there were only ten tents left. No more than seven hunters besides the three of them. It was too little to survive for long. Proper hunting required at least ten men so any accident would be fatal for all the clan. He and Knut needed to contribute to a new generation of hunters.
Musing on the joys of having a mate of his own, Lars set out on a southern course. As he had explained to the others, he expected to find a place where the ice had retreated far enough to draw out the girls from another tribe to search for roots and eggs. Besides, the familiar clans to the west and the east were probably just as whittled down as their own.
After a while Ivor took over and lead the way, making a path for the others across the vast expanse of snow-covered ice. The pale light of the sun did nothing to warm the day and the slippery patches of green or black ice were treacherous going. Just as the snow was hazardous for covering rents in the ice. More than one man had disappeared down such a gash to be captured inside the glacier forever.
By midday the three of them were squinting at the sky. The yellow disc was disappearing behind a curtain of grey, causing a weird light that seemed to illuminate the landscape.
"What'll we do? It will be snowing shortly." Ivor looked at the others, his pale eyebrows raised in question.
Knut shrugged. "I say we go on till it starts. We can have a shelter up in a few counts."
Lars nodded. "I agree. Let's get as far as possible." He grinned suddenly, his blue eyes sparkling. "The sooner we catch some pussy the better."
His friends laughed with him and the three of them continued south till the snow started falling. Most of it had passed them overhead so it was already close to sundown when they halted next to a large snow dune. It was a matter of moments to dig out a space big enough for the three of them and seal it off with a few hides. Making sure the wind would stay out was the most work. While Lars and Ivor took care of it, the stout but smaller Knut proceeded to make fire.
As darkness fell, the three of them sat huddled around the flames of their tiny fire, their hands around a horn of fermented berry juice and their bellies filled with strips of meat. The falling snow had muffled all sounds and there was nothing to hear except the occasional crackle of the fire. Staring at the dancing sparks, Lars finally voiced the question that had been eating away at him ever since Ivor had managed to catch the gentle Helga.
"What is it like? To feel a woman's body I mean."
Ivor cleared his throat. "I guess I should tell you what I know, before you catch your own mates. I know I could have done with some advice." He sighed. "Too bad your fathers were swept away in the avalanche."
Knut mumbled his assent and Lars nodded too.
"Well, I suppose you two have seen a woman's body." Ivor snickered. "In fact, I know you have. I was there with you when we spied on our girls. But you haven't touched, have you?"
For a moment his face turned from serious to anxious. Looking was perhaps frowned upon, but touching was absolutely forbidden. No man or woman should join their flesh with the members of their own clan. The punishment for that was death, immediately. So even touching was looked upon as a severe crime, one Ivor would have to deal with no matter his personal relationship with the perpetrator.
"Do I look like an idiot?" Lars snorted in disgust that Ivor even asked such a question.
Knut popped his knuckles. "I won't deny I've thought about it - once - but no. I love life too much."
"Good." Ivor shifted on his pelt. "Now, I know I'm not an experienced father, but I'll tell you what I know. That should make it better for you two."
He picked up a piece of charred wood and sketched the outline of a body in the snow, indicating breasts and nipples with a few simple lines and dots.
"I like to touch and taste Helga's breasts. And when I do, these", he pointed at the dots on the sketchy breasts "get all hard and big and she starts moaning. She likes it too."
Lars felt his body reacting to Ivor's words. The thought of touching a woman's breasts was exciting and his cock lifted its head.
"I found out that it is wise to make sure Helga likes what I do to her body. The secret place between her legs gets all wet and hot then." Ivor licked his lips and one hand found its way toward his crotch, covering the growing bulge. "I usually feel with my fingers how wet she is and she likes me playing between her legs for a bit. Sometimes she even cries out just from my fingers going in and out of her slit. If she is very wet it's easier to slide into her. It feels better too."
Lars swallowed and closed his eyes for a moment as his hand found his stiffening rod and pulled it out of his leathers. He stroked his hot flesh as he listened to Ivor's voice telling them how soft and slippery and hot a woman feels when you plunge into her body. The sounds around him made it clear both Ivor and Knut were pleasuring themselves as well. He opened his eyes again and looked at his friends. For a moment it was just like old times, the three of them jerking off, comparing sizes and fantasies.
It wasn't like old times though. With a jolt of jealousy he looked at Ivor. He could stick his long and skinny thing inside Helga any time he wanted. The sudden image that thought provoked made Lars pump a bit faster and he heard himself moaning a bit.
"Have you ever done anything else to her?" The breathless question came from Knut. He was the smallest of the three friends, but his body was stocky and his cock matched the rest of him. Not very long but sturdy and right now the head was swollen and purple-red as Knut handled it with firm movements.
Lars watched Ivor grin as he stretched the skin of his long pole. It looked as if Knut's question had called up a pleasant memory and it took a nudge from him to bring Ivor back to answering him.
"Apart from kissing and feeling her breasts? And fingering her pussy? Well ... once I licked her there too."
Knut nearly choked. "You mean ... between her legs? What does that taste like? Can you smell a pussy?"
Ivor chuckled and let his hand run back and forth across his cock with slow deliberate movements, his thumb touching the tip and smearing the pre-cum over the entire length.
"Oh yes, it smells great and the taste. I tell you, it's like savory honey. Too bad Helga is not very fond of it. You'll like it though. I'm sure you will. I can show you how to do it, if we catch some girls for you."
Yeah right, Lars thought. I bet you wouldn't mind showing us, but I think I can find my own way to some pussy. The image of Ivor licking Helga between her legs was a powerful one however, and before long his seed spurted in the snow, closely followed by Ivor's and Knut's. Soon after they all wrapped themselves in pelts and Knut and Ivor closed their eyes while Lars took first watch.
Next morning they had to dig themselves out of a fresh pile of snow. Not too deep but enough to take some effort. It would make the going a bit easier since the new layer would provide more grip for their boots, but it would also ask for more care in choosing a path across the cracks and splits in the glacier.
The sky was that peculiar shade of grey that comes with more snow in the air and the white expanse gave off an uncanny light, reflecting against the underside of the clouds. If they were lucky they would find the first traces of another tribe this day. Lars sighed. After the story telling by Ivor last night he couldn't wait to find his own woman. Dreaming with his eyes open, he followed his friends across the snow, ever going south.
By midmorning they saw the first signs that the ice was receding and by the end of the day they could make their camp at the edge of the glacier. The snow that had been threatening them that morning was left behind on the ice. The plain before them was covered with young grasses and the few low bushes were sprouting new leaves. Lars studied the land with concentration, trying to find the best spot for their hunting. There were no smoke traces to indicate any clan in the vicinity but the plain looked inviting enough for foraging. He guessed there were loads of roots to find as well as eggs from the numerous birds he could hear. Even small game would be plentiful here. He nodded in satisfaction, convinced his plan would work out well.
"Shush." Lars motioned to his friends to keep their heads down.
The sun was almost at its highest point and they had finally found traces of foraging. The shrubs to their left concealed some bird or other; they could hear its warning call as the leaves rustled with the passage of a human body. Lars licked his lips as he kept his eyes on the shrubs. By sheer luck they had seen the girl enter without her noticing the three men concealed by the grasses and bushes on the burgeoning plain.
He looked back and gestured to Knut and Ivor, wanting them to circle the spot so they could spring on her from three sides. Both of them nodded and Lars waited thirty counts before he jumped up and sprinted towards the spot where the girl had entered the bushes.
Lars felt his heart thumping and his breath came in gasps from the excitement that was building inside him. The girl had looked ripe for the taking. Her reddish-blond hair unbound to indicate she was not yet paired up, she looked healthy and her long legs had called out to him. He pushed the stems of an overgrown lavender bush aside and grinned in anticipation.
"No!" The girl had her back towards Lars and cried out as Knut grabbed her around the waist.
"Yes! No use resisting girl. You're ours now." Knut grinned at her as he tugged at her clothes.
Lars came up behind her and got hold of her arms so Knut could slip off the leather tunic. The smooth pale skin seemed to call out to him and he let his hands slide down her arms to cup her breasts. The globes filled his hands with soft flesh and he squeezed in reflex.
The girl stood paralyzed for a moment, apparently taken aback by the sensations Lars' hands created in her body. She struggled anew however when Knut busied himself with the leather skirt.
"Don't you dare. You'll be punished for this." She tried to kick Knut in his balls.
Ivor chuckled. "Wrong girl. My friends here have every right to catch themselves a woman." Still grinning he got hold of her foot and tugged at it. With a thud she landed on her backside and for a moment she struggled to get her breath back.
Lars still stood behind her and he couldn't see all of her face, but as he knelt down to grab her wrists he buried his nose in the mass of her hair. It smelled of summer flowers and beneath it he felt the warmth of her skin. Knowing he would get his turn at her pussy anyway, he nuzzled her neck and tasted the flesh of her shoulders. He was rewarded with a small shiver running down her spine before she started protesting again.
"You shouldn't. I'm not just anybody. My father is the wise man of our clan. He will come after you."
Lars listened to her low voice and thought he heard more stubbornness than fear. He had never heard of a father getting his daughter back. Who would be so stupid? Daughters were meant to be taken away. That's what men did, bringing new women into the clan. What use was a woman you could not touch?
"No, he won't and you know it. Why do you resist the facts of life?" Lars half-whispered the words to her as his hands sought her breasts again. "You'll like it, us. I know you will."
His fingers grazed her nipples and as Ivor had said, he felt them harden and grow bigger. Encouraged he rubbed his palms over them as he watched Knut. The stocky man had finally worked the leather skirt off and stared at the curls between her legs. Lars saw they were the same reddish-blond as the hair on her head and for a moment he wondered if they would smell of summer flowers too.
Knut got rid of his own leathers as well and sank down on his knees, his hands on the firm white thighs pressing them open. Lars wasn't sure but it looked as if Knut took a deep breath before he touched her. It was exciting to see Knut touching the girl and she struggled a lot less. When he looked up he saw Ivor with an intent look on his face, his hand stroking his flesh that bulged beneath his clothes.
Even though he had offered to show them last night, he knew perfectly well he would not be touching this girl right now. He had his own woman and this one was for either Knut or Lars. It was up to them to decide which one of them would get to keep her and they were the first to fuck her. If there was going to be any sharing, it would be after one of them had claimed her as his.
Lars looked down again as he felt the girl move in a different way. She had stopped kicking at Knut and Lars saw her hips move a bit as the little man felt his way around her nether regions. Her cheeks were flushed and her mouth was a bit open. It looked so inviting; Lars bent down and kissed her lips. The softness was intoxicating and he sucked at her bottom lip, licked the inside and slipped his tongue inside the moist sweetness to explore her mouth.
A bit dizzy from the kiss he looked down into her face and noticed she had green eyes instead of the blue he had expected. She looked up at him from beneath heavy lids, her breathing heavy and her mouth half open as if she wanted to be kissed again. He obliged while his hands fondled her tits, rolling her nipples between his fingers till she moaned softly.
For a moment Lars was afraid he had hurt her, but when he looked up he saw Knut had not been able to wait any longer. His sturdy rod was poised at her entrance and as he watched, Knut rammed himself inside with one heavy push. Ivor had warned them the first time could be difficult because some girls were sealed and it looked as if Knut was determined to get inside no matter what.
The girl screamed and bucked and Lars found himself stroking her face.
"It will be all right. You'll like it soon. I promise."
"It hurts. Can you make him stop? Please?" The green eyes were bright with tears.
He kissed her again and stroked the soft skin of her shoulders. "No, I won't. It's only natural. The hurt will pass. What's your name? I'm Lars and he is Knut." He chuckled as he motioned towards Ivor. "And that wanker is Ivor. He has his own mate."
Lars kept stroking her breasts and kissing her and he saw her face change from hurt to pleasure again. "What's your name?" He pinched her nipples and grinned when she moaned.
"I'm Nyssa." Her voice was a bit breathless and he saw her squirm as Knut pounded away.
The sight excited him and he felt his cock straining against his leathers. A quick look to the side showed him Ivor, rubbing his hard flesh while he stared at Knut moving in and out of Nyssa's pussy. Lars swallowed. He hoped he could restrain himself till it was his turn. To his surprise, it was his turn almost instantly. With a groan Knut threw his head back and shoved himself as deep as he could inside the girl. Apparently the new sensation of a pussy instead of his hand was too much for him to keep going for long. With a deep sigh he rolled away, to lie on his back beside the girl, a blissful smile on his face.
"Will you do it too?" Nyssa looked at him with an uncertain expression in her eyes.
It was clear she had accepted what was happening. She must know as well as they did, it was the way of things. But she looked as if she was not sure it was something to like or welcome. Lars felt confident however, he could make her enjoy it. Apart from what Ivor had told them, he had heard clan members often enough to know most women liked fucking as much as their men.
Lars smiled and tasted her mouth again. He got rid of his coverings and moved between her legs. Then he licked her nipples while his hands moved over her body, feeling her ribs, spanning her middle and landing on the nicely rounded hips. His mouth followed his hands. He could feel tension beneath her warm skin and he used his hands to move her legs wider apart. He looked up at her and finally answered her question.
"Yes, I will. And I will make you like it." He grinned at the dubious look on her face.
He moved his hands on the soft skin from the inside of her legs, his whole attention focussed on her pussy. His first pussy ever and he licked his lips at the slippery warmth that seemed to call to his cock. His fingers explored the soft folds and he found her entrance. He inhaled the heady scent and bent down, his tongue eager to taste her.
Nyssa jumped at his touch and uttered a small sound. She really did taste like honey and Lars felt encouraged by her reaction. He let his tongue glide through her slit till he found a small bump at the top. He licked it and Nyssa made a kind of howling sound. He licked the nub again and again Nyssa reacted. Lars looked up for a moment and saw she had her eyes closed, her head thrown back. He felt a rush of power as he realized he was making her like that. While his tongue flicked the sensitive spot once more, he slid a finger inside her, curious to feel what she was like inside. It was hot and moist and it felt as if her flesh contracted around his digit.
Sprawled between her legs, Lars licked the little nub at the top of Nyssa's slit and moved his finger slowly in and out of her. He felt her clench and unclench several times and her hips bucked against his hand as she let out a whimpering sound and a deep sigh.
"What did you do? That felt so good." Nyssa's voice was a husky whisper.
Lars grinned. "I told you, you'd like it."
Without further talk he grabbed her legs and draped them across his thighs, lined up his cock to her entrance and moved the head up and down a few times, reveling in the feel of her slippery folds on his hot hard flesh.
"Uh, uh, uh." Nyssa's breathing was getting heavier again.
It was all Lars needed and he plunged deep inside her, his cock pushing her walls aside. For a moment he remained without motion, the new feeling nearly overwhelming him. So hot, so tight, by the fathers, this was good. The feeling of her muscles stirred him to activity and he slowly moved out of her till only the head of his cock was still inside. Then he plunged back in and he was rewarded with a cry as Nyssa pushed back against him, wanting to take him in as deep as she could.
Oblivious to Knut and Ivor, Lars found a rhythm of moving in and out of that sweet pussy, concentrating on the sensations of his body and the reactions of hers. His hands moved up to her breasts again and when Nyssa opened her eyes they locked gazes till Lars felt his seed spurt inside her. He saw her eyes widen and she shuddered beneath him, crying out her pleasure as she dug her nails in his shoulders.
Slowly coming back to the world, Lars sighed deeply and rolled off of her. As he looked around his gaze first touched Ivor's than Knut's. They both grinned back at him and Knut nodded.
"Can we go hunting for me as well? After you've recovered?"
Lars laughed out loud. "I'll gladly take Nyssa, if that's what you mean. Are you sure? You were the first to touch her."
Knut shook his head. "Not saying she isn't sweet, but I think I want a girl more my size."
Lars eyed the long legged Nyssa and realized she was almost as tall as he was. He could appreciate Knut's sentiment but more than anything else he was happy with the prospect of having his own pussy at last. As if he laid claim his hand found its way down between her legs and he kissed Nyssa thoroughly.
"Do you have a sister more his size?" Lars tickled her folds as he asked her.
Nyssa tried to push his hand away and giggled. "Do you want me to betray my siblings? What makes you think I will do that?"
"Because you wish them joy and happiness too?" Lars grinned. As he shoved his fingers in her pussy she gasped and moved her hips, making small sounds in the back of her throat.
It took a while before Lars was capable of clear thought again and both Knut and Ivor looked relieved to leave Nyssa covered up again and tied down. Lars was not taking any chances of her sneaking off. But in the secure knowledge he had captured a mate at last, he was more than happy to go dear hunting for his friend.
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Ok, here are my more specific questions:
Any and all other comments are welcome of course.
For the new version go here: First half and, if you want to, here: Second half
This one should be easy since I have only one major question:
Is it worth submitting?
I have serious doubts about this one. Possibly because I set out to write a historically believable story, not necessarily smut.
But, suppose you answered in the positive, I have some other questions I will post after the story itself. It's 4259 words long, so I think you should be able to plow through the whole of it.
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Dear Hunting
Dawn painted the sky a faint pink tinged with orange and Lars sniffed the air. He felt fairly sure it would snow later this day, but for now the sky lighted slowly up to a pearly white with the sun a pale disc on the horizon. Spring was coming late this year, he thought as he closed the flap of the tent behind him. It was nearly time to celebrate Ostara but there was no sign yet of the ice retreating from the summer plains.
At the sound of boots crunching on the frozen snow he turned his head and watched his hunting partners emerge from their own tents. Ivor, his bow across his shoulder, was still tying his pants as he stepped outside with a big grin on his broad face. No doubt he had started the day with greeting his woman in a proper way. Lars sighed and gazed at Knut. The smaller man had no woman of his own. Like Lars he had his own tent, ready to bring in a mate if they could find one, but so far they'd had no such luck.
Due to the ice still covering the plains, there hadn't been any foraging by the women. Which meant there was no chance to catch a girl from another clan either. So the night before Lars had told his friends of his plan. He wanted to trek across the ice field to find the tents of another tribe so he and Knut could go girl hunting instead of reindeer. There was meat enough for the clan so their contribution could be missed for a few days.
His persuasive, urgent words had easily incited Knut to go along. He was just as tired of using his hands as Lars was. And Ivor was generous enough to wish his friends a mate of their own. All he asked was that they would be back for the festivities of Spring Equinox, the honoring of Ostara as the source of all life. He hoped the goddess would bless him and his mate with young if they coupled during the celebration. Lars understood all too well. Ivor had no next of kin left since his sire had been gutted by a sabretooth last summer.
Lars nodded to both men and led the way out of the small circle of tents that housed their clan. The harsh long winter had dwindled their numbers till there were only ten tents left. No more than seven hunters besides the three of them. It was too little to survive for long. Proper hunting required at least ten men so any accident would be fatal for all the clan. He and Knut needed to contribute to a new generation of hunters.
Musing on the joys of having a mate of his own, Lars set out on a southern course. As he had explained to the others, he expected to find a place where the ice had retreated far enough to draw out the girls from another tribe to search for roots and eggs. Besides, the familiar clans to the west and the east were probably just as whittled down as their own.
After a while Ivor took over and lead the way, making a path for the others across the vast expanse of snow-covered ice. The pale light of the sun did nothing to warm the day and the slippery patches of green or black ice were treacherous going. Just as the snow was hazardous for covering rents in the ice. More than one man had disappeared down such a gash to be captured inside the glacier forever.
By midday the three of them were squinting at the sky. The yellow disc was disappearing behind a curtain of grey, causing a weird light that seemed to illuminate the landscape.
"What'll we do? It will be snowing shortly." Ivor looked at the others, his pale eyebrows raised in question.
Knut shrugged. "I say we go on till it starts. We can have a shelter up in a few counts."
Lars nodded. "I agree. Let's get as far as possible." He grinned suddenly, his blue eyes sparkling. "The sooner we catch some pussy the better."
His friends laughed with him and the three of them continued south till the snow started falling. Most of it had passed them overhead so it was already close to sundown when they halted next to a large snow dune. It was a matter of moments to dig out a space big enough for the three of them and seal it off with a few hides. Making sure the wind would stay out was the most work. While Lars and Ivor took care of it, the stout but smaller Knut proceeded to make fire.
As darkness fell, the three of them sat huddled around the flames of their tiny fire, their hands around a horn of fermented berry juice and their bellies filled with strips of meat. The falling snow had muffled all sounds and there was nothing to hear except the occasional crackle of the fire. Staring at the dancing sparks, Lars finally voiced the question that had been eating away at him ever since Ivor had managed to catch the gentle Helga.
"What is it like? To feel a woman's body I mean."
Ivor cleared his throat. "I guess I should tell you what I know, before you catch your own mates. I know I could have done with some advice." He sighed. "Too bad your fathers were swept away in the avalanche."
Knut mumbled his assent and Lars nodded too.
"Well, I suppose you two have seen a woman's body." Ivor snickered. "In fact, I know you have. I was there with you when we spied on our girls. But you haven't touched, have you?"
For a moment his face turned from serious to anxious. Looking was perhaps frowned upon, but touching was absolutely forbidden. No man or woman should join their flesh with the members of their own clan. The punishment for that was death, immediately. So even touching was looked upon as a severe crime, one Ivor would have to deal with no matter his personal relationship with the perpetrator.
"Do I look like an idiot?" Lars snorted in disgust that Ivor even asked such a question.
Knut popped his knuckles. "I won't deny I've thought about it - once - but no. I love life too much."
"Good." Ivor shifted on his pelt. "Now, I know I'm not an experienced father, but I'll tell you what I know. That should make it better for you two."
He picked up a piece of charred wood and sketched the outline of a body in the snow, indicating breasts and nipples with a few simple lines and dots.
"I like to touch and taste Helga's breasts. And when I do, these", he pointed at the dots on the sketchy breasts "get all hard and big and she starts moaning. She likes it too."
Lars felt his body reacting to Ivor's words. The thought of touching a woman's breasts was exciting and his cock lifted its head.
"I found out that it is wise to make sure Helga likes what I do to her body. The secret place between her legs gets all wet and hot then." Ivor licked his lips and one hand found its way toward his crotch, covering the growing bulge. "I usually feel with my fingers how wet she is and she likes me playing between her legs for a bit. Sometimes she even cries out just from my fingers going in and out of her slit. If she is very wet it's easier to slide into her. It feels better too."
Lars swallowed and closed his eyes for a moment as his hand found his stiffening rod and pulled it out of his leathers. He stroked his hot flesh as he listened to Ivor's voice telling them how soft and slippery and hot a woman feels when you plunge into her body. The sounds around him made it clear both Ivor and Knut were pleasuring themselves as well. He opened his eyes again and looked at his friends. For a moment it was just like old times, the three of them jerking off, comparing sizes and fantasies.
It wasn't like old times though. With a jolt of jealousy he looked at Ivor. He could stick his long and skinny thing inside Helga any time he wanted. The sudden image that thought provoked made Lars pump a bit faster and he heard himself moaning a bit.
"Have you ever done anything else to her?" The breathless question came from Knut. He was the smallest of the three friends, but his body was stocky and his cock matched the rest of him. Not very long but sturdy and right now the head was swollen and purple-red as Knut handled it with firm movements.
Lars watched Ivor grin as he stretched the skin of his long pole. It looked as if Knut's question had called up a pleasant memory and it took a nudge from him to bring Ivor back to answering him.
"Apart from kissing and feeling her breasts? And fingering her pussy? Well ... once I licked her there too."
Knut nearly choked. "You mean ... between her legs? What does that taste like? Can you smell a pussy?"
Ivor chuckled and let his hand run back and forth across his cock with slow deliberate movements, his thumb touching the tip and smearing the pre-cum over the entire length.
"Oh yes, it smells great and the taste. I tell you, it's like savory honey. Too bad Helga is not very fond of it. You'll like it though. I'm sure you will. I can show you how to do it, if we catch some girls for you."
Yeah right, Lars thought. I bet you wouldn't mind showing us, but I think I can find my own way to some pussy. The image of Ivor licking Helga between her legs was a powerful one however, and before long his seed spurted in the snow, closely followed by Ivor's and Knut's. Soon after they all wrapped themselves in pelts and Knut and Ivor closed their eyes while Lars took first watch.
Next morning they had to dig themselves out of a fresh pile of snow. Not too deep but enough to take some effort. It would make the going a bit easier since the new layer would provide more grip for their boots, but it would also ask for more care in choosing a path across the cracks and splits in the glacier.
The sky was that peculiar shade of grey that comes with more snow in the air and the white expanse gave off an uncanny light, reflecting against the underside of the clouds. If they were lucky they would find the first traces of another tribe this day. Lars sighed. After the story telling by Ivor last night he couldn't wait to find his own woman. Dreaming with his eyes open, he followed his friends across the snow, ever going south.
By midmorning they saw the first signs that the ice was receding and by the end of the day they could make their camp at the edge of the glacier. The snow that had been threatening them that morning was left behind on the ice. The plain before them was covered with young grasses and the few low bushes were sprouting new leaves. Lars studied the land with concentration, trying to find the best spot for their hunting. There were no smoke traces to indicate any clan in the vicinity but the plain looked inviting enough for foraging. He guessed there were loads of roots to find as well as eggs from the numerous birds he could hear. Even small game would be plentiful here. He nodded in satisfaction, convinced his plan would work out well.
"Shush." Lars motioned to his friends to keep their heads down.
The sun was almost at its highest point and they had finally found traces of foraging. The shrubs to their left concealed some bird or other; they could hear its warning call as the leaves rustled with the passage of a human body. Lars licked his lips as he kept his eyes on the shrubs. By sheer luck they had seen the girl enter without her noticing the three men concealed by the grasses and bushes on the burgeoning plain.
He looked back and gestured to Knut and Ivor, wanting them to circle the spot so they could spring on her from three sides. Both of them nodded and Lars waited thirty counts before he jumped up and sprinted towards the spot where the girl had entered the bushes.
Lars felt his heart thumping and his breath came in gasps from the excitement that was building inside him. The girl had looked ripe for the taking. Her reddish-blond hair unbound to indicate she was not yet paired up, she looked healthy and her long legs had called out to him. He pushed the stems of an overgrown lavender bush aside and grinned in anticipation.
"No!" The girl had her back towards Lars and cried out as Knut grabbed her around the waist.
"Yes! No use resisting girl. You're ours now." Knut grinned at her as he tugged at her clothes.
Lars came up behind her and got hold of her arms so Knut could slip off the leather tunic. The smooth pale skin seemed to call out to him and he let his hands slide down her arms to cup her breasts. The globes filled his hands with soft flesh and he squeezed in reflex.
The girl stood paralyzed for a moment, apparently taken aback by the sensations Lars' hands created in her body. She struggled anew however when Knut busied himself with the leather skirt.
"Don't you dare. You'll be punished for this." She tried to kick Knut in his balls.
Ivor chuckled. "Wrong girl. My friends here have every right to catch themselves a woman." Still grinning he got hold of her foot and tugged at it. With a thud she landed on her backside and for a moment she struggled to get her breath back.
Lars still stood behind her and he couldn't see all of her face, but as he knelt down to grab her wrists he buried his nose in the mass of her hair. It smelled of summer flowers and beneath it he felt the warmth of her skin. Knowing he would get his turn at her pussy anyway, he nuzzled her neck and tasted the flesh of her shoulders. He was rewarded with a small shiver running down her spine before she started protesting again.
"You shouldn't. I'm not just anybody. My father is the wise man of our clan. He will come after you."
Lars listened to her low voice and thought he heard more stubbornness than fear. He had never heard of a father getting his daughter back. Who would be so stupid? Daughters were meant to be taken away. That's what men did, bringing new women into the clan. What use was a woman you could not touch?
"No, he won't and you know it. Why do you resist the facts of life?" Lars half-whispered the words to her as his hands sought her breasts again. "You'll like it, us. I know you will."
His fingers grazed her nipples and as Ivor had said, he felt them harden and grow bigger. Encouraged he rubbed his palms over them as he watched Knut. The stocky man had finally worked the leather skirt off and stared at the curls between her legs. Lars saw they were the same reddish-blond as the hair on her head and for a moment he wondered if they would smell of summer flowers too.
Knut got rid of his own leathers as well and sank down on his knees, his hands on the firm white thighs pressing them open. Lars wasn't sure but it looked as if Knut took a deep breath before he touched her. It was exciting to see Knut touching the girl and she struggled a lot less. When he looked up he saw Ivor with an intent look on his face, his hand stroking his flesh that bulged beneath his clothes.
Even though he had offered to show them last night, he knew perfectly well he would not be touching this girl right now. He had his own woman and this one was for either Knut or Lars. It was up to them to decide which one of them would get to keep her and they were the first to fuck her. If there was going to be any sharing, it would be after one of them had claimed her as his.
Lars looked down again as he felt the girl move in a different way. She had stopped kicking at Knut and Lars saw her hips move a bit as the little man felt his way around her nether regions. Her cheeks were flushed and her mouth was a bit open. It looked so inviting; Lars bent down and kissed her lips. The softness was intoxicating and he sucked at her bottom lip, licked the inside and slipped his tongue inside the moist sweetness to explore her mouth.
A bit dizzy from the kiss he looked down into her face and noticed she had green eyes instead of the blue he had expected. She looked up at him from beneath heavy lids, her breathing heavy and her mouth half open as if she wanted to be kissed again. He obliged while his hands fondled her tits, rolling her nipples between his fingers till she moaned softly.
For a moment Lars was afraid he had hurt her, but when he looked up he saw Knut had not been able to wait any longer. His sturdy rod was poised at her entrance and as he watched, Knut rammed himself inside with one heavy push. Ivor had warned them the first time could be difficult because some girls were sealed and it looked as if Knut was determined to get inside no matter what.
The girl screamed and bucked and Lars found himself stroking her face.
"It will be all right. You'll like it soon. I promise."
"It hurts. Can you make him stop? Please?" The green eyes were bright with tears.
He kissed her again and stroked the soft skin of her shoulders. "No, I won't. It's only natural. The hurt will pass. What's your name? I'm Lars and he is Knut." He chuckled as he motioned towards Ivor. "And that wanker is Ivor. He has his own mate."
Lars kept stroking her breasts and kissing her and he saw her face change from hurt to pleasure again. "What's your name?" He pinched her nipples and grinned when she moaned.
"I'm Nyssa." Her voice was a bit breathless and he saw her squirm as Knut pounded away.
The sight excited him and he felt his cock straining against his leathers. A quick look to the side showed him Ivor, rubbing his hard flesh while he stared at Knut moving in and out of Nyssa's pussy. Lars swallowed. He hoped he could restrain himself till it was his turn. To his surprise, it was his turn almost instantly. With a groan Knut threw his head back and shoved himself as deep as he could inside the girl. Apparently the new sensation of a pussy instead of his hand was too much for him to keep going for long. With a deep sigh he rolled away, to lie on his back beside the girl, a blissful smile on his face.
"Will you do it too?" Nyssa looked at him with an uncertain expression in her eyes.
It was clear she had accepted what was happening. She must know as well as they did, it was the way of things. But she looked as if she was not sure it was something to like or welcome. Lars felt confident however, he could make her enjoy it. Apart from what Ivor had told them, he had heard clan members often enough to know most women liked fucking as much as their men.
Lars smiled and tasted her mouth again. He got rid of his coverings and moved between her legs. Then he licked her nipples while his hands moved over her body, feeling her ribs, spanning her middle and landing on the nicely rounded hips. His mouth followed his hands. He could feel tension beneath her warm skin and he used his hands to move her legs wider apart. He looked up at her and finally answered her question.
"Yes, I will. And I will make you like it." He grinned at the dubious look on her face.
He moved his hands on the soft skin from the inside of her legs, his whole attention focussed on her pussy. His first pussy ever and he licked his lips at the slippery warmth that seemed to call to his cock. His fingers explored the soft folds and he found her entrance. He inhaled the heady scent and bent down, his tongue eager to taste her.
Nyssa jumped at his touch and uttered a small sound. She really did taste like honey and Lars felt encouraged by her reaction. He let his tongue glide through her slit till he found a small bump at the top. He licked it and Nyssa made a kind of howling sound. He licked the nub again and again Nyssa reacted. Lars looked up for a moment and saw she had her eyes closed, her head thrown back. He felt a rush of power as he realized he was making her like that. While his tongue flicked the sensitive spot once more, he slid a finger inside her, curious to feel what she was like inside. It was hot and moist and it felt as if her flesh contracted around his digit.
Sprawled between her legs, Lars licked the little nub at the top of Nyssa's slit and moved his finger slowly in and out of her. He felt her clench and unclench several times and her hips bucked against his hand as she let out a whimpering sound and a deep sigh.
"What did you do? That felt so good." Nyssa's voice was a husky whisper.
Lars grinned. "I told you, you'd like it."
Without further talk he grabbed her legs and draped them across his thighs, lined up his cock to her entrance and moved the head up and down a few times, reveling in the feel of her slippery folds on his hot hard flesh.
"Uh, uh, uh." Nyssa's breathing was getting heavier again.
It was all Lars needed and he plunged deep inside her, his cock pushing her walls aside. For a moment he remained without motion, the new feeling nearly overwhelming him. So hot, so tight, by the fathers, this was good. The feeling of her muscles stirred him to activity and he slowly moved out of her till only the head of his cock was still inside. Then he plunged back in and he was rewarded with a cry as Nyssa pushed back against him, wanting to take him in as deep as she could.
Oblivious to Knut and Ivor, Lars found a rhythm of moving in and out of that sweet pussy, concentrating on the sensations of his body and the reactions of hers. His hands moved up to her breasts again and when Nyssa opened her eyes they locked gazes till Lars felt his seed spurt inside her. He saw her eyes widen and she shuddered beneath him, crying out her pleasure as she dug her nails in his shoulders.
Slowly coming back to the world, Lars sighed deeply and rolled off of her. As he looked around his gaze first touched Ivor's than Knut's. They both grinned back at him and Knut nodded.
"Can we go hunting for me as well? After you've recovered?"
Lars laughed out loud. "I'll gladly take Nyssa, if that's what you mean. Are you sure? You were the first to touch her."
Knut shook his head. "Not saying she isn't sweet, but I think I want a girl more my size."
Lars eyed the long legged Nyssa and realized she was almost as tall as he was. He could appreciate Knut's sentiment but more than anything else he was happy with the prospect of having his own pussy at last. As if he laid claim his hand found its way down between her legs and he kissed Nyssa thoroughly.
"Do you have a sister more his size?" Lars tickled her folds as he asked her.
Nyssa tried to push his hand away and giggled. "Do you want me to betray my siblings? What makes you think I will do that?"
"Because you wish them joy and happiness too?" Lars grinned. As he shoved his fingers in her pussy she gasped and moved her hips, making small sounds in the back of her throat.
It took a while before Lars was capable of clear thought again and both Knut and Ivor looked relieved to leave Nyssa covered up again and tied down. Lars was not taking any chances of her sneaking off. But in the secure knowledge he had captured a mate at last, he was more than happy to go dear hunting for his friend.
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Ok, here are my more specific questions:
- Is it a believable male pov?
And did I finally manage to stick to one POV?
- Do you get the right time frame, early stone age?
- As I said, I concentrated more on creating a feel for the historical contents than on the erotic part. Does it show? Good? Bad?
- If I it is worth submitting, I think it should be as first time. Do you agree?
Any and all other comments are welcome of course.
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