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And thus, I reincarnated.

The first few years of my new life were a blur in my mind, one that I didn’t want to think too much about. It was a time when I transformed from a human being into a poop factory. My daily schedule was to wake up, eat, poop, wave my arms and smile for the happiness of the attentive women watching over the clan’s babies, and go back to sleep.

Arguably, the best life for a lazy person, but also extremely boring, especially with limited mobility. Yet, it wasn’t completely wasted either. I learned a few things whenever I wasn’t wetting my makeshift diapers.

First, I wasn’t in my world anymore. Second, the people around me were clearly on a prehistoric level of culture and civilization.

As for why I knew I wasn’t on Earth anymore, it was simple. Magic existed here, and the shock I received when one of the women used it in front of my baby eyes was so bad that the caretakers thought I was having a fit.

My mother, being the one who conceived me, was also part of the women taking care of the babies. Right after witnessing the woman producing water out of nowhere, I used my newly found fluency in the local language to draw my mother’s attention.

“Bluglu gygi, boba gaga brrroua!”

She nodded with understanding.

“Oh, you liked the magic, my baby?”

“Belu gagiba, gouge ba!”

I confirmed her words, even though I had no idea how she managed to understand my baby babbling nonsense. Such was the power of maternal love in these ancestral times.

My mother gestured toward the woman who had just used the mysterious power.

“Libes! Look how much Keon likes your magic.”

The woman in question approached us with a smile.

“Did you now, baby?”

She brought forth some more water, and I clapped my chubby hands joyfully.

“Gagaga!”

“Haha, is it fun?”

She showed me her magic some more, and after a while, I spoke to my mother again.

“Draa bloblu mani gororo!”

Her eyes shone.

“He says he wants to learn how to use magic, too.”

Libes looked at my mother weirdly.

“Why do you understand his babbling? No wait, did he really say that?”

She gave a wide smile.

“I’m his mom. Of course I understand him.”

“No, that’s not normal. I have no idea what my Dyla says.”

We all turned toward the aforementioned baby, who Libes had just left to come here. She was giggling happily by herself for no reason whatsoever in a very baby-like fashion, releasing incomprehensible sounds similar to mine.

“Ba! Babi go! Ga, hihihi!”

“Do you understand what she’s saying?”

My parent shook her head.

“Not at all.”

“Why not? Aren’t they babbling similarly?”

“Don’t ask me. I can’t understand your daughter, but my darling son is already such a great speaker!”

Her eyes, full of unconditional love, were watching over me. That’s right, Mom! Communication happens through love, not through sound waves!

“…Whatever. But, what do you mean, learning magic?”

“Just teach him. My son’s smart. He understands everything I say.”

“That also doesn’t sound very normal. Well, why not? I’m bored anyway. Let me fetch Dyla.”

She went back to her daughter, who was still cheerfully playing on the ground, and took her in her arms before depositing her next to me. Speaking of which, the sky was over our heads, but we weren’t truly outside. This was the end of the cave maze that our clan used, a closed-off space similar to an interior courtyard. There was no ceiling in that part of the cave system, allowing the sun to reach it and plants to grow. It was the perfect place to take the babies out, both safe and well illuminated.

When Dyla, bewildered by her sudden environmental change, started to play by pulling on some grass next to her, Libes began her teaching. It took a long time, not because there was a lot to say, but because she kept going on a tangent. She would suddenly switch topic to chat with my mother, and I had to keep reminding them of my rights to the precious knowledge.

To summarize, things were pretty simple, probably because clan people took things as they went without scientifically trying to analyze them. Every living being possessed magic, but not everyone had an equal amount of it. Without enough magic energy, it wasn’t possible to create any noticeable effect. On top of that, folks had specialties, just like how Libes could only use water magic. Using magic was simple. One just needed to think about it, and it would happen. It was all about the mind focusing on the task.

I was eager to try if I could use it too. However, now wasn’t the time. I felt a pain in my belly, a sign that I was getting hungry. Dyla, next to me, started to cry, and all the mothers in the inner clearing took their upper clothing off to prepare to breastfeed.

This was the time of day I loved the most. I, who had been without female contact for all my previous life, was now blessed with such a divine sight. The boobs came in all forms and shapes, from the perky ones to the large others, with some slightly sagging tits in the middle.

The amazing sight forced me to giggle perversely.

“Gul gul gul gul gul!”

Libes, hearing my cackle, looked at me oddly.

“Why does he laugh so weirdly whenever we start breastfeeding?”

“Isn’t he just so cute?”

My mom wasn’t exactly on top of the conversation, but even Libes and the other mothers didn’t think much of my visibly perverted actions. That’s right. This prehistoric time had no concept of pervert alert in the first place! People here were just too innocent in that regard.

I could act however I wanted, and they wouldn’t mind. It was a great help for someone like me, who had zero ability to restrain his inner perversion.

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I jumped on my mother’s large and voluptuous chest. Or at least, this is what I wished I could do. Instead, the best I could manage was to crawl to her and wait until she took me in her arms. From there, I sucked on her nipple, filling both my belly and desire for women’s bare skin. I greedily gulped her 100% natural milk while watching the other babies having their fill around me.

To be exact, I wasn’t watching the kids, who weren’t that interesting. I was watching the many boobs around me, fulfilling my eyes’ need for erotism in a three in one move. Everyone was wearing animal pelts since such was modern fashion these days. There was something weirdly arousing about all these pelts-wearing cavewomen partially revealing their bodies. Something like beauty in its raw state?

“Yes, eat a lot and grow strong, my darling baby.”

My mother truly cherished me a lot. I had long since noticed her love for me had transcended infinity to reach beyond the edge of the universe. As for me, I always responded to her affection in kind, even if it was a slightly different one.

As I finished eating, I didn’t stop sucking on her nipple, continuing as if nothing happened. Rather than extracting milk, I was now using my tongue to play with her sensitive part, in a very un-baby-like manner. Nevertheless, she didn’t seem to think much of it, enjoying the feeling of her direct descendant sipping on her bosom.

I had learned to drink efficiently to have more time to play with my mother’s boobs. Other babies would stop, breathe, or even daydream. There was no such thing for me. Any second of this precious moment was valuable.

I only stopped when other babies were done and mothers prepared to take us to bed. It was siesta time, and no matter how perverted I was, I had similar needs to the other children. My body needed its sleep, whether I liked it or not. I had tried to resist it a few times but there was no point. I always ended up asleep in a matter of minutes.

Today, too, I wanted to stay awake a bit more to try the newly learned possibility that was magic. Yet, soon after I was set down on the bed made of pelts – everything was made of pelts, as one could guess by now – my eyes closed themselves, and I was sent to dreamland.

I woke up a bit later due to some other babies crying. All babies shared a sleeping room next to the sky-open cave. As such, we were doing everything at the same time since one baby being awake meant all of them became so. After another enjoyable meal, I took the opportunity of playtime to finally try magic.

It took me a few days to understand how this mysterious power worked. I made many attempts, almost all of them being failures, but still had a few successes. Magic was indeed a power of the mind, as Libes said. It was using magical energy inside the body to create unnatural events.

The results of my trials and errors were the following. I was able to manipulate the earth, but also plants. I wasn’t sure if the second one was part of the first or if plant magic was a distinct category entirely. Of course, when I said manipulation, it was only extremely minor. By exhausting all my magical energy, I was barely able to create a very slight depression in the ground. As for plants, injecting energy into a seed I found in the playground allowed it to germinate a bit better, fast enough that I could notice it was unnatural.

Fire, water, wind, and so on? Nothing. I wasn’t disappointed, though. On the contrary, I was amazed by what I had. That’s because I quickly understood the most critical parts of the process.

First, by focusing my will on trying to do something abnormal, I detected the flow of magical energy inside my body. And the best thing was that I could manipulate it a little. I could direct it to a specific part of my body, or to my hands, to release it to the outside.

Then, and maybe even more importantly, my magic capacity, which was clearly negligible, wasn’t fixed. This was the best part. At first, doing anything emptied me immediately. But after a few days, I was able to try two times, and then three times, and so on. As long as I continued to train, I could augment my capacity accordingly!

I quickly “questioned” Libes about it, and she “confirmed” it was true. However, what she said was a bit different from my experience. She mentioned that the capacity grew with age, but never said anything about training. I wasn’t sure if that was the case for me, too, and so I tried for myself. I didn’t do any magic for a few days and noticed she was right. My capacity indeed increased, but only by a very slight amount, far from what I experienced when I actively used it.

From that point, magic became part of my daily schedule, in between pooping myself, ogling women’s bare tits, and playing with my mother’s nipples. I was an extremely busy baby.

Time passed quickly after that. We babies were in a separate part of the cave system used by the clan, but that wasn’t to say we were completely isolated. Other clan members were allowed to visit us if they wished to do so.

That was how I learned I had an older sister, a quiet girl named Ursi, who was seven years older than I. She sometimes visited us due to missing my mother. My mother loved us equally, providing ample affection to my older sister too, hence why she liked coming to see us. While being hugged and sharing news, my sister always stared at me, and I responded to her attention with expert baby grins, a skill I had long since mastered since being a baby was my current job.

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My sister wasn’t the only one visiting us, far from it. Every so often, an older woman would come and check each newborn one by one, examining us in detail. I guessed this was the equivalent of a medical check. She would also come if one of us got hurt, using fascinating magic to treat us. It was incredible how wounds would quickly disappear under her wrinkly but skilled hands, glowing with magical energy.

There was another group of people who came to our section, for completely different reasons, however. They were adult men and always came looking for a specific woman. After a short order from them, the two would leave the room for some time, the woman coming back alone later. They would often have a pained expression on their face, some even holding their groin painfully. It also happened that they could come back looking satisfied, but that was a rare occurrence.

I understood what was happening. It seemed that even in this world where magic existed, men were still higher in the hierarchy than women. It wasn’t hard to understand why, seeing how muscular and imposing most men were. Women felt like fragile beings in comparison and stood no chance in terms of raw power.

My mother wasn’t excluded from these acts, and I always had mixed feelings whenever it happened. I didn’t feel good seeing my angel of a parent coming back sore from such an event. This also made me curious. How did they have sex in such a prehistoric time? Could it be men generally sucked at it or something?

I grew inquisitive enough to get the answer to these questions by myself. One day, when I was older, I waited for my mother to get chosen for “mating”, as they called it here. Then, I carefully waited until the women around stopped paying me attention and sneaked out of the cradle sector.

I was able to walk by now, which was a great help in my endeavor. After leaving the garden and the room where we slept, I was finally in a different place for the first time in my life. The cave system was cold, dark, and extremely mazy. It was also very large, and I had to run to barely be able to follow the back of my mother.

As if having a sixth sense, she suddenly turned around and stared in my direction, forcing me to hide behind a corner in a hurry. Fortunately for me, the man was impatient and urged her to follow. She reluctantly obeyed after sending one last glance my way.

I continued to shadow them from afar until they arrived at a specific cave. It was easy to distinguish it from others since it was “closed” by a large pelt hanging from the ceiling. The two of them disappeared inside, and I hurried after them as best as my small legs allowed me to.

There were already moans and grunts by the time I reached the room. It seemed the man hadn’t lost even a second to start the deed. I pushed the pelt a little to the side to allow myself to see what was happening there.

The cave was small, only big enough for five to six adults to stay in. It was illuminated by a torch on the wall, revealing a bit of the scenery in front of my eyes. The ground was covered by a large grey pelt, the sort that belonged to a very large animal. My mother and the man were standing on top of it, with my mother bending forward and the man plowing her from behind, not even bothering to remove her clothing. He had only lifted the pelts covering her legs and slid the ones on her crotch to allow access to his penis.

The grunts were coming from him, full of raw arousal, while the moans were from my mother, full of agony. Despite the obvious suffering of my mom, the man didn’t seem to care in the least and continued to take pleasure in the act.

It was clear now why women didn’t like following men for mating. If this one was a representation of the majority, they only cared about their pleasure, and everything else was secondary. Kissing, foreplay, affection? Those didn’t exist.

Faced with this raw animal act, I felt complex feelings watching this scene. On the one hand, my perverted nature rejoiced at seeing the real act of sex, not through a screen, but in reality. Even though I couldn’t see too well from where I was, the erotic forms of my mother were slightly revealed, together with the spot where the coitus was happening, providing quite an exciting view.

On the other hand, I felt disappointed by the act. Surely the man could have done better and avoided hurting my mother so much with his lack of consideration. Was it too hard to do a bit of foreplay before the penetration? Or was it that cavemen lacked education on such matters? Or maybe this was how they had always done it and didn’t question the event too much?

I couldn’t deny there was also a sliver of jealousy inside me. I wished I could be the one banging a woman instead, and surely, I would do a much better job than this guy.

Eventually, the mating didn’t last too long. With a larger groan of pleasure, the man let himself go inside my mom, filling her with his seed. Through the deed, my mother had tried to stay as stoic as possible, only releasing howls of pain from time to time. It was the same for the ending, showing no emotion as she accepted it all as if it were the way of the world.

With the two participants cleaning themselves up and getting ready to leave, I hastened my retreat to the baby room. I was glad to see my little escapade go unnoticed since it hadn’t lasted that long. A couple of minutes later, my mother was back with me. She took me in her arms and watched me carefully.

“Did you follow Mama, my baby?”

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I stared into her deep brown eyes, which reflected mine of the same color. I was glad to be old enough now to discern colors properly.

“Ya.”

I was a pervert, but a proud one. Lying? That was below me.

Mom’s eyes squinted.

“Were you worried about Mama?”

“Ya. An kurius.”

Unfortunately, my speech was still blurred due to my throat not being fully developed yet. Not that it mattered since we communicated through love anyway.

“Mama’s fine, my baby. Hmm. I told you that you shouldn’t leave the room, right? It’s wrong to disobey Mama.”

“Ya.”

“I think you need to be punished. It’s for your own good, Keon.”

“Kay.”

I wasn’t worried in the least. My mother focused and carefully approached a finger to my nose. She very slightly tapped on it, so softly I barely felt anything. Right after, she checked my reaction, looking anxious.

“Oh no… Did I punish you too hard?”

She suddenly embraced me, burying me in her cleavage.

“I’m sorry! Mama will be more careful in the future, my poor baby!”

She was lost in her delusions again, as if the “punishment” had been something terrible for me. She didn’t realize that the way she was currently squeezing me felt a hundred times more intense than her light tap on my nose. Those small details didn’t register in her mind. My mother was in a plane of existence well above these kinds of trifles.

I also didn’t have any complaints about the situation. Who would refuse the soft contact of her large boobs around their head? Certainly not me.

Just like that, I grew up quickly. My mom often hung around Libes since the two got along well. In consequence, I was often together with Dyla. It didn’t take me long to ascertain that she was just a normal toddler, and not someone reincarnated, just like all the other children in our area. If not, she was the best actor in the universe. There wasn’t a single instant her acting slipped, and no matter when and where, she acted exactly like what she was.

We grew up together, and considering my strategic advantage of being reborn, I ultimately ended up leading our duo. Since I was taking very good care of my first friend in this world, she ended up relying on me a lot. I tried hard to raise her to have a strong character, to no avail. No matter what I attempted, she was inherently timid, with a tendency to cry easily.

Eventually, we were six years old, and it was time for us to leave the “cradle”, the rooms reserved for the smaller infants. New babies had been born to take over our spots while we were old enough now to move to a different part of the cave. It wasn’t time for games anymore. Instead, we were to start receiving formal education from now on.

The new part of the grotto we were in was much larger, comprised of many rooms, still mostly on the inner layers, for protection. However, we were allowed to go outside too, probably because even the people of this time knew how important going out in the sun was.

In this area, there were many kids aged six to fifteen, the age one was considered an adult in this world. My older sister, now thirteen years old, also belonged here. She greatly rejoiced that my mother was moving in with her, giving her the chance to see her anytime she wanted to. We were assigned a large bed in one of the caves, allowing the three of us to sleep together as a family. It was a great blessing for me since I had my separate bedding as a baby and wasn’t allowed to sleep together with my mother.

On the first morning after the move, we newcomers were summoned to a specific cave. The five of our generation, two girls and three boys, assembled there, in front of a burly man with menacing muscles and an old woman. As soon as we were here, the man spoke first.

“I’m warrior Kalam, and this is elder Fevalto. Boys with me. Girls with her. Starting from today, we’re going to teach you what you need to know to become adults.”

Left without choice, Dyla reluctantly separated from me, leaving me together with the boys looking at the caveman with respect and admiration. The man nodded at us and signaled with a movement of his shin.

“You three, come with me. I’ll show you how to become great hunters who can feed the tribe.”

He left without waiting for our response, walking away with large and fast steps. We scrambled, running hurriedly behind, not willing to lose our “instructor”. We arrived in a large cave where many other children were assembled. They were all in the middle of training physically.

“Look. This is what you must do in the morning. I’ll teach you how to train your body to be able to battle the beasts outside of the cave.”

The older children looked at us with meaningful eyes, a mix of pity and disdain, typical of those who had experienced what was to come already.

And, without surprise, a grueling training regimen started. The physical exercises were of all kinds, from running around to carrying heavy rocks, maintaining a correct posture, or even training our abdominal muscles. I hated physical exercise, so I tried to learn more about what we would have to fight against outside.

“Warrior, how are the beasts outside?”

“Stop asking and run, brat! You’ll learn that in the afternoon!”

I had no choice but to obey. It didn’t take me more than two minutes before I was sweating like a pig, feeling like I was dying.

“Haaah! Haaah! Haaah! Warrior, I’m actually a shaman who can use magic…”

My protest attempt only got me a kick in the butt together with a scolding. I was forced to exercise all morning, to the very last protein in my body. When the instructor finally called for a break, I fell on the cold floor, so empty of strength that I couldn’t move a picometer.

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“That’s it for morning physical training. Go eat some food and come back in the evening for combat training.”

I almost fainted when I realized this was only half of a single day. Some of the older kids who were in a better physical condition snickered as they passed by me, who couldn’t even muster the will to respond to their provocations.

When I felt a bit of power returning to my limbs, I rose to follow them to a common cave where the youths of the tribe were provided food from the women. I noticed Dyla looking around with her share of food untouched, and made my way to her. She was already teary, a sight I had gotten used to by now. As soon as she spotted me, she snuggled up to me, who sat next to her. However, she quickly left my warmth, scowling.

“You smell bad, Keon.”

“Yeah, they made us run like crazy. I sweat more this morning than all my six years’ worth of life combined.”

She hesitated for a moment and finally chose to come closer again anyway. I knew why she did so, judging by her expression.

“How was it for you, Dyla? Very bad?”

She strongly nodded as if it was exactly what she had been wanting to talk about.

“That old woman is terrible. She kept shouting at me and scolding me. I hate it.”

Her eyes were getting moist again. I took a bite of my portion of food, encouraging her to do the same.

“Why? What did she teach you?”

“She said she would teach us how to cook, how to make clothes, how to clean, and so on. We started preparing meat from a dead beast, but it was too horrible. It looked so grotesque, and there was blood everywhere. Ugh... I can’t do it, Keon. Help me.”

It was no wonder she was half crying. Asking a six-year-old girl who hadn’t seen anything of the world to dismember and butcher the corpse of a beast was a bit too much to ask, especially when she wasn’t the most courageous one like Dyla. Fortunately, I knew how to handle her. I raised her, after all.

“Let me go wash myself, and we can talk. But let’s finish eating first.”

The great amount of trust in her eyes felt good as she nodded to my suggestion. We swiftly finished our meal, which consisted mostly of meat, together with fruits and wild edible plants gathered by clan members from the surroundings.

We had a bit of time before the next schedule, so we headed toward a large cave that had a small inner lake, which was filled with water by the tribe’s shamans. It was also connected to the outside, with the water being flushed away from time to time. Since magic existed, water was aplenty for us, which also meant the tribe's hygiene was much better than one could expect from a prehistoric group of people. At this time of the day, no one else was here to use the water, so we had it for ourselves.

I got rid of my fur clothing, becoming instantly nude. There was no reason to be ashamed since I and Dyla had grown together and had seen one another nude all the time while doing so. Dyla also didn’t seem to care about my appearance, waiting for me to wash the sweat away. I jumped into the lake, washing everything in one go. Unfortunately, there was no such thing as soap. The best I could do was to use a small plant to scrape the dirt away from my body.

When I was done, I waved at Dyla, signaling her to join me. She was indecisive for a moment, but soon decided to come too. She removed her clothes, allowing me to see her pure and smooth body once more. Her long blonde hair was falling behind her back, and her lack of form showed all around. Her chest was completely flat, like mine, with the main difference between our bodies only being our crotches. She had a hairless vagina, a cute slit that my eyes always automatically moved toward to in similar circumstances.

“Gul gul gul gul gul!”

“You’re laughing weirdly again.”

Her tone had more affection than reproach, and she moved closer to me without any shame. When she was right next to me, I caressed her hair, making her face brighten a little.

“The elder was mean to you?”

“Hmm… Very mean…”

“Let me comfort you.”

I moved my head toward hers and gave her a big kiss. She wasn’t surprised in the least since this was the exact reason she followed me here. On the contrary, she moaned happily and pressed her lips further against mine, returning my smooch with a lot of enthusiasm.

“Mhmm… Mhmm…”

I had long since started developing her the way a pervert should do, whenever our moms weren’t looking. She was already well-versed in erotic kisses and enjoyed them immensely. This was how I comforted her all the time, an intimate gesture she couldn’t go long without by now, the same applying to me. Very naturally, she encircled my head with her arms as we sent our tongues out to lewdly play with each other’s appendages.

Now, I know what weirdos would say in this situation. Isn’t she way too young for that?

Wrong!

We were exactly the same age!

Of course, other hypocrites would argue that our mental age was different.

Wrong again!

My targets were the whole female population, no exception.

I was a proud true pervert, different from the fake ones who were ashamed to reveal their nature. Considering that 100% of the human population was perverted, the universe was filled with closet perverts. They were the ones who should be ashamed for not admitting their real nature.

I still remember all those people who found a companion or married, the extremely vast majority getting bored and ending up cheating on their partner like the perverts they didn’t admit they were, only to separate or divorce, wreaking their children's lives as if it were nothing, with the kids not even knowing if their parents were their real parents. And then, they would look back at their lives and say this was all how it should be, and that others should follow the same path because this was the “norm”.

Retards.

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Fortunately, I was in a better world now, far from all these mentally disabled people.

I focused back on our kiss, gulping her sweat saliva, tasting fresh and light just like she was. My dick, which had already gotten hard as soon as she had removed her clothes, was now twitching joyfully. I heard that boys could get erections even starting from when they are still in their mother’s belly, which means pretty much all their lives. My current state proved that horniness was unrelated to age.

I eventually separated from her, and her little tongue came out of her mouth, wriggling toward me as if asking for more.

“More…”

“We need to go back now or we’ll be in trouble. Let’s do more later, okay?”

She pouted a little, looking disappointed.

“Okay…”

I patted her head again, which made her squint her eyes contentedly.

“Are you feeling better now?”

“Hmm… Better.”

“Good. You must be strong, okay?”

“Hmm… I’ll be strong.”

I knew it was all in vain, but I was still trying to transform her into a strong woman.

“Good. Don’t worry about the elder and just do your best. Let’s go now.”

She nodded as we dried ourselves before getting dressed again. When we came back to the common cave, a new old woman was already there, waiting for the kids to quiet down.

“The older kids know me already, but for the ones who came today, I’m elder Vores. I’ll be teaching you what you need to know about the world. Follow me.”

The warrior didn’t lie when he said the next physical training was in the evening. It made sense, in a way, since this allowed us to rest, to avoid pushing our young bodies too far. Contrary to what one might think, these prehistoric people knew well what worked and what didn’t. It would be wrong to consider them stupid and uncultivated.

We moved to another large cave, which was filled with graffiti on the walls. No, it wasn’t graffiti. It seemed to be genuine attempts at describing animals, plants, humans, and events as best as possible with contemporary means. When watching more carefully, the doodles were artistic attempts in a world without proper paper or pens.

This time, boys and girls weren’t separated, and even age didn’t seem to matter. When we were all there, the elder clapped her hands to get our attention.

“Let’s start with how the world was created. Who wants to tell about that?”

She was staring at the older children while saying this, and I understood getting all of us together was a way to allow older children to review past lessons. Or maybe they just didn’t have enough elders to separate children into age groups. I didn’t know yet how big the clan was but I estimated it to be a few hundred people. No matter the exact number, using ten people just to teach the children seemed indeed overboard.

A boy around twelve got the right to speak.

“The world was created long ago by the spirits. They came together to create the sun, the stars, the soil, the plants, the beasts, and the humans. They also filled the world with magical energy, and gave the talented ones the right to become shamans and use that energy to perform magic.”

Elder Vores hummed approvingly.

“Good. Who can tell me about the spirits?”

A girl around fourteen talked this time.

“There are many spirits, and we need to worship them for giving us their blessings. The spirit of fire allows us to get warm, the spirit of wind gives us air to breathe, the spirit of water allows us to drink, the spirit of earth makes plants grow in the ground, the spirit of the sun give us light and the spirit of the stars guides us during the night.”

“That’s right. There are many other spirits, like the spirit of the hunt, the spirit of war, and the spirit of fertility. Someone tells me how to worship them now.”

Another kid took over.

“The spirits love the humans and are magnanimous. We just need to have profound respect for them and thank them in our minds every day. Our feelings will reach them, and they’ll continue giving us their blessings.”

“But the spirits don’t only love humans, right?”

There was a little delay this time, but another child answered the question.

“Sometimes, the spirits give their blessings to a beast, which becomes much stronger. In exchange, if a warrior can kill such a beast, these blessings will be transferred to him for his valor.”

“Correct.”

I was following the lesson carefully, trying to understand what sort of world I was in. Of course, I already knew a little from my mother, but this teaching was much more detailed and systematic. I was careful not to dismiss the legends of this world as caveman nonsense since, in a world where magic existed, it was hard to know what was possible and what wasn’t. Plus, the idea of absorbing the power of a blessed beast was also very interesting. I wondered if it was like getting an increase in magical energy or if there was more to it than that.

After that, we were divided into small groups, where older children would play the role of teachers, which solved my question about why we were all together. The elder would choose a topic, and the older children had to try their best to teach everything they knew about it to the younger ones.

This was a smart method since the younger kids focused relatively hard, knowing that later on, they would be the ones having to educate their peers. Elder Vores would walk around the groups, monitoring that no older kid would utter too much gibberish, or that the younger children, who had a low attention span, would stay focused. The topics were wide in range, from how the clan worked to what the outside world was like. It only lasted for a few hours, but I learned a lot even on the very first day.

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As soon as theoretical education was done, boys and girls were split again. For us, it was time for combat training, another part I feared greatly. Warrior Kalam was back, full of spirit to mold us to his desire. Just before we began, I inserted a critical question.

“Warrior, when do we train to be a shaman?”

He raised his fist automatically as if punishing a troublemaker, but then realized my question made sense.

“Combat training includes how to use magical energy to reinforce the body. For shaman magic, you can learn it after combat training.”

“…After?”

We were already in the evening, after that was only the night. We cavemen slept and woke up early to follow the sun rising and setting. There was normally only dinner and bedtime at that time of the day.

He ignored my query, and the training started. We were given stone spears, the cutting-edge weapon of our tribe, and told to follow his movements. Overall, it was pretty simple, except that this mountain of muscle of a human didn’t move in a human-like manner at all. He reinforced his body with magical energy and jumped several meters high, throwing his spear faster than the eye could see, which ended up exploding into pieces against one of the cave’s walls.

We, the newer children, were stunned by his display, our mouths hanging down stupidly in front of such impossible moves.

“That’s what you can do when you use magical energy. Your turn now. Focus on feeling it and fill your body with it.”

And that was the end of the explanation. While the older kids managed to do it without trouble, the newbies suffered for the whole training. At least, I was a little better than the rest since I could feel the magical energy inside me. Instead of redirecting it outside, I kept it inside, sending it to different parts of my body. For the two other boys, they ended the training the same as they started, with nothing to show for it.

Warrior Kalam scolded them harshly while they looked at me, who was jumping higher than I normally should, especially given my terrible physical condition, like I were a traitor. Soon enough, they regrouped with other older kids, and I was somehow excluded from the groups.

“He’s the one who follows a girl all the time.”

“Better stay away from him or we’ll stay weak like a girl.”

“No way, I want to become a strong warrior!”

They whispered like so, making it clear they knew about how close I was to Dyla. I didn’t mind their childishness too much. I obviously couldn’t care about hanging out with dirty boys when I had a soft girl available.

By the end of the training, they were mocking me openly whenever I failed something. Of course, I was the mature person and didn’t take any notice of it.

“Hahaha! Loser! You can’t even use magical energy! Pitiful!”

The kid I was mocking like there was no tomorrow got all red and rushed toward me, his fist raised to beat me. I created a small bump in the ground with magic, and he stumbled on it, crashing face-first to the ground. This made me laugh even harder.

“Hahahaha! You can’t even run correctly! You’ll never be a proper warrior! Go back to the cradle and suck on your mother’s boobs!”

The kids who were part of his group didn’t accept my insults toward their very recent member and dashed toward me all together. I was beaten to a pulp by the enraged children, with warrior Kalam not caring in the least to stop the fight.

Just like that, I made most of the boys in the clan my enemies right from the very first day. The future was bleak.

Once combat training ended, I went to eat together with Dyla. The boys looked at us being together with ridicule, which we ignored.

“Keon! You look all beaten up!”

“Yeah, training was very “intense”. I’m fine, it’s nothing big. How was it for you?”

“It was the same as in the morning.”

“I see. Did you manage to do well?”

Her eyes instantly filled with tears.

“No… The elder scolded me again.”

“Oh no. I want to comfort you, but I heard shaman training starts right after dinner.”

“Hmm. The elder said that, too.”

“Let’s participate together.”

“Okay.”

I had long since shared my learnings about magic with her. Plus, her mother was an active shaman in the clan, specializing in water magic. Just like her parent, she was proficient with the same element, and her magical energy reserves were large, even though not as large as mine, since I could only teach her from when she could understand me, which was a few years after I began learning magic.

When everyone was done eating, another elder woman came to the common cave.

“I’m elder Ducat. Children, it’s time for shamanic training. Newer children are welcome too.”

She seemed a lot gentler than warrior Kalam and elder Fevalto. Most of the kids weren’t interested in magic and left for other activities or just to go to sleep. This felt weird to me since magic was such an impressive power, but I guessed that, from their point of view, it was just something normal that was part of the world.

Most of the remaining children were girls, which also made sense. Boys here wanted to become strong warriors, who internalized their usage of magical energy. As for girls, becoming a shaman increased their status within the tribe.

As we learned during the afternoon, the clan hierarchy was simple. At the top were the warriors. Then came the shamans. Elders were third, and last were the women. This classification considered how much every person could contribute to the tribe’s survival. Warriors were first because they risked their lives to provide everyone with food. Shamans were second because their power was so useful. Elders provided their knowledge and wisdom to others. Women were last since they only did “menial tasks” inside the safety of the cave or its surroundings.

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Elder Ducat’s explanations were much better than warrior Kalam's. Since this was the first lesson, she focused mostly on the new arrivals, I, Dyla, and the last girl in our age group. However, Dyla and I soon proved we not only knew the type of magic that suited us, but could also use it without any trouble.

“Marvelous, children! Did your mothers teach you about it?”

“Yes.”

“That’s very good. You can train with the older children while I teach Roni.”

Roni looked at us enviously but was soon too busy to let her attention wander. The rest of the lesson was spent with us exchanging tips with more proficient kids, like when to use magic, which forms suited which type best, and so on.

By the end of the training, Dyla was yawning, not used to staying up that late.

“You can go to sleep, Dyla. I’ll wash myself one last time.”

“Hmm… See you tomorrow, Keon.”

She left like that while I wanted to get rid of the sweat from combat training before going to bed. I made my way to the water basin again, noticing other people were using it now. There were a few men, but the majority were women, proof that even in this ancestral time, women cared more about hygiene than men. On top of that, men would quickly wash themselves and leave, while women stayed longer, chatting quietly among themselves.

For me, the view was paradise. Everyone was naked, and the men’s bodies didn’t even register in my vision. As such, there were only women, making it as if this were my harem. There were all sorts of body types, from the thin ones, with small breasts and straight features, to the larger ones, with massive assets to show the world. As for down there, my sight was almost always obscured by a large patch of pubic hair, hiding the critical parts naturally. There was, of course, no concept of shaving in here, which I didn’t mind in the least since it all appeared very erotic to me.

Speaking of well-endowed women, my mother was part of the group currently bathing, her thick assets making me drool, my small dick rising toward the ceiling hungrily.

“Gul gul gul gul gul!”

She recognized my horny giggle and immediately turned my way.

“Keon, my baby. Come here, Mama will wash you.”

“Yes.”

As I approached, though, she noticed my bruises from the beating I took earlier.

“Oh! What happened to you, darling?”

“Training was very intense.”

“Oh no, my poor love!”

She hugged me like always, my head into her boobs. I had long since learned it was better to let her do her thing than to interrupt her, so I waited patiently until she was done. Not that I disliked it anyway.

When she finally released me, she took another good look before starting to wash me. Truthfully, there weren’t that many options here. If you wanted to go fast, you would just use some water and be done with it. If you wanted a better result, you could use some leaves to scrape the dirt and dust better, just like my mother was doing currently.

She took a couple of leaves next to the basin and ran them over my small body, careful not to hurt me. When she reached my erect penis, she chuckled a little.

“You’re always hard when we bathe together, Keon.”

“Hehe.”

I laughed innocently. She passed the leaf over my tool, cleaning it like the rest of my body. It felt amazing, but unfortunately, she didn’t spend much time there, soon focusing on other parts. After a couple of minutes, she was done, and I looked at her this time.

“Mama, I’ll wash you too now.”

This made her smile.

“Will you? Thank you.”

She wasn’t surprised since this was what I always proposed. Taking an unused leaf, I placed myself behind her, starting with her back. I softly cleaned it with up and down movements, soon going to other more interesting places. Her arms were next, followed by her legs. Slowly, my moves were transforming from cleaning to caressing, while she watched over me with an indulgent smile.

I massaged her legs from the bottom, starting with her feet, and she giggled a bit, finding it ticklish. Slowly, I made my way up, caressing her outer thighs and then the inner parts. Since my hands were more erotic than anything else, she wasn’t left apathetic either, especially when I got closer to her inner sanctum. As my fingers pressed her thick and soft flesh, her breathing deepened a little. Unconsciously, she opened her legs a little more, but I knew better than to rush too much.

After her legs were her breasts, another critical part of her body. By that point, I was barely cleaning anymore, just playing with her body as much as I wished. My hands massaged her large melons for some time, until her nipples started to swell minutely. From there, I switched to those, caressing her long protruding flesh, either running my fingers around them, or flicking them slowly.

“Mhmm… It always feels good when you wash me, my baby.”

She was moaning a little, her face slightly flushed. Now was the critical part. When I was finished with her boobs, I moved back again, running my hands over her belly, and aiming for her crotch. I monitored her expression carefully as I did so, ready for whatever would happen.

Finally, I reached her groin and swiftly inserted my fingers into her forest-like pubes, caressing her labia. I enjoyed the soft and slightly wet flesh to my heart's content, but was soon stopped in my action when my mother gripped my wrist.

“Mhmm…! That’s enough, darling. You shouldn’t touch this place too much.”

This was her classical reaction whenever I went too far in her opinion.

“But I need to clean you there too.”

I tried to protest as usual, but this didn’t work.

“It’s okay. Mama will do it.”

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She passed her hand over her vagina a few times, shivering a little, and concluded bathing time on that note. After drying ourselves and putting our pelts back on, we went to eat a bit in the common grotto before heading to sleep.

It would be the first time for me to sleep with my mother since babies and small children had separate beddings to avoid any incident. The bed was also made of long furs, in one of the many caves’ corners. My older sister was already waiting for us, looking half asleep while sitting on the bed. Just like me, she had been waiting for this moment for a long time, and smiled when she saw us arrive.

“Mom.”

She threw herself into my mother’s arms, who cuddled her like she often did to me.

“My baby. Sorry for the wait. How was your day?”

Even though she was thirteen this cycle, she was also called a baby. It might be that we would be called this all our whole lives. I smirked when imagining her calling me that if I were to become a mountain of muscles like warrior Kalam, which wouldn’t be strange if training were always so strenuous.

“Tiring. I was watching over Keon, too.”

I hadn’t noticed anything, too busy with my new schedule. We also only had a few hours together when being taught about the world and the tribe.

“You’re such a good sister, Ursi.”

She looked proud when my mother praised her, and I decided to add more to it.

“Thank you for caring about me, Ursi.”

She nodded, a slight grin on her lips.

“You were listening attentively to the teachings. That’s good, Keon.”

She patted my head, in a gesture that was so obviously a copy of my mother’s that I chuckled internally. We hadn’t had many interactions in the past, and I was glad she didn’t dislike me.

We chatted some more, narrating our day, until Ursi gave such a large yawn that my mother told us to go to sleep.

“We can talk more tomorrow, my darlings.”

“Yes.”

“Come. Mama’s been waiting for this for a long time. I’m so happy to sleep together with my cute babies. I must thank the spirits for that.”

Her love was as overflowing as always. She put herself in the middle of the furs, with Ursi and me on each side. Maybe because she had missed Mom a lot, Ursi put herself into her arms again and didn’t seem to want to move from there. My mother turned to the side to envelop her better, leaving me with her back.

It was my first time sleeping with other people, and I could understand the joy in it. First, even though the weather in our region was generally mild all year long, the nights were still slightly chilly. By sharing our warmth, this problem didn’t exist anymore. On the contrary, it almost felt too warm, being in such close proximity to two high-heat emitting bodies.

The peace of mind was also something else. Here, surrounded by my family, it felt like I was safe, and nothing bad could ever happen to me.

Soon enough, I heard Ursi’s breath equalize, falling asleep happily in my mother’s arms. On my side, the day had taken its toll on me, and my eyes felt heavy. Soon enough, I lost awareness and started dreaming.

Just like all my dreams, it was an erotic one. My mother, who had become horny due to my touching during the bath, had started trying to get rid of the heat. With her two children sleeping next to her, she tried to move quietly, sending a hand into her nether region and slowly masturbating.

“Mhmm… Mhmm… Mhmm…”

This dream was great since it fit the circumstances so well. It was also realistic enough that I grew excited while sleeping. Both the moans and her accelerated breathing were similar to what I had heard previously, and it felt like it was truly happening right now…

Huh…?

A small but sudden movement woke me up. I opened my eyes, only seeing the darkness, and I instinctively understood we were deep into the night. My mother was wriggling a little next to me, her back still facing me. She was muffling her voice, but the little moans she emitted were clear to my ears. What I thought was a dream was anything but, and it was happening right next to me!

I had often wondered how women in the clan took care of their needs. For men, it was easy. They could come to any woman, ask them to mate, boom-boom, crack-crack, and they were done.

But what about women? Clearly, the extreme majority weren’t satisfied with the men’s way of having sex. As such, they had to find another way to release their drive. What was happening in front of me was the answer to this. They simply had to take care of it on their own! And here I thought my mother hadn’t cared too much about what I did during bathing time. How wrong I was! In afterthought, it was obvious since 100% of humans were perverted, with mom being no exception. She must have always been taking care of herself like this, except that she was now sharing a bed with her children.

I could feel her consideration in waiting for us to fall deeply asleep before making her move. As for why she did so on the very first day, the answer was simple too. There was no point in waiting since we were going to sleep together every night for the foreseeable future. During the daytime, she would be busy with her tasks and wouldn’t necessarily have time for it either, especially if she was surrounded by other women working with her, as we learned in today's lesson.

Whatever the case, this situation was extremely exciting. And there was only one thing a pervert should do in such succulent circumstances.

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Very slowly, as if a movement I would take by stirring in my sleep, I came closer to her, sticking to her back, my legs touching hers. She was startled by my movement, stopping playing with herself for a few seconds. When I didn’t do anything further, she soon resumed her slicking, wet sounds resonating in the cave.

I waited for a bit before making another motion. This time, I circled one arm around her waist, hugging her from behind, while placing the other hand on her butt cheeks.

Once again, she took a pause and even whispered as quietly as possible.

“Keon?”

“Mhm, Mhm… Mama...”

I faked some sleep talk, wondering if my acting would do the trick. Fortunately, after a short while, she continued touching herself, with a bit more intensity now. After standing by for a short amount of time, I initiated the next maneuver. I inserted the hand which was on her ass inside her pelts, pushing it to her crotch in one go.

“Mhmm… Ahm…!”

The sudden, unexpected contact made her moan erotically.

“Keon? Are you awake, my baby?”

It seemed my time had run out. Even though my mother often got lost in self-made delusions, she was by no means stupid. Without caring anymore, I quickly shifted my hand’s position, going further inside. I ended up in contact with hers, which was currently playing with the top part of her vagina, probably fiddling with her clitoris.

Before she could understand what was happening, I pushed her hand away, found her cunt hole, and swiftly inserted my major finger into it. For the first time in my two lives, I had a part of me inside a woman’s most intimate place. My finger was instantly surrounded by wet, warm, and pulsating flesh, and the sole idea of what I was doing forced my small penis to twitch in bliss.

“Ahm…! No, Keon…!”

My mother tried to protest, but I was faster. She was already well into her masturbation session as I entered the game and was half-riddled with pleasure. I made some small back-and-forth motions, fingering a woman’s pussy for the first time. Her hand, which had switched to try to remove mine from her twat, trembled without strength, as lewd squelching sounds replaced the slow wet ones from before.

“Ahm…! No, my baby… Ahm… Ahmm…. Ahmmm…!”

Even though she was murmuring her protests, her body was a lot more sincere. My small finger was doing wonders to her aroused inner walls, banging them strongly, as her folds unconsciously contracted around it. Since her moans were becoming louder, my mother muffled them with her other hand, creating new erotic sounds instead.

“Hmph…! Hmph…! Hmph…! Hmph…!”

She was still trying to have me leave her groin, but her force was getting weaker as time passed. Her body was slowly tensing up, which made me crazily excited, too. Then something incredible happened. As she climbed to her highest point, the hand that had tried to displace mine switched to a more productive behavior. I sensed it going back to her clitoris and flicking it violently. The sole idea that I was pleasuring her so much that she resumed masturbating pushed me to orgasm.

Unfortunately, my body wasn’t developed enough, and I couldn’t produce any sperm. I only felt a great spike of pleasure, my dick pulsating several times by itself. But maybe this was a good thing since it allowed me to hide that I virtually ejaculated all over the bedding.

I wanted to let the sensation take over me, but I had a job to finish. While appreciating the pleasure, I didn’t stop fingering my mother. Every time, I tried to insert my finger as deeply as possible, attempting to give her as much stimulation as possible. Finally, a short while after mine, she also reached her limit.

“Hmph…! Hmph…! Hmphhh…! Hmphhhhhh…!”

She cummed helplessly, her body jerking suddenly, her pussy squeezing my finger. A small wave of fluids flooded her inner sanctuary, melting my finger in it. She spasmed several times, great pleasure evident in the way she orgasmed, and finally settled back to the beddings together with a long sigh of ecstasy.

I felt my mind surging with joy, of a different kind from when I orgasmed. I just made a woman, who was also my mother, cum with my fingers. To think I would ever have such a blissful experience. Reincarnating into this world was the best thing that ever happened to me.

I removed my finger from her folds and quickly put it into my mouth. My tongue was invaded by a deeply sweet and strong taste, the kind that revived my cock even though it had just come. I felt like I could drown myself in such a taste forever, and savored every single drop of juice.

After a few seconds, she rotated her body, turning it toward me. She took me into her arms, using her usual “scolding” tone.

“Keon, why did you do that?”

“I wanted to help you, Mama.”

“Where did you learn that? Was it when you followed me when you were small? But that’s not how you should do it. And you’re too young to mate yet, my baby.”

“Did it feel good, Mama?”

I went straight to the point, making my mother hesitate. Since she didn’t answer, I insisted.

“Did it?”

“…It felt good.”

“Then I’m happy. I want to make you feel good all the time, Mama. I love you, Mama.”

I couldn’t see her expression well in the darkness, even with my eyes now more used to it, but there was no need to ponder too much. She gave me a big kiss on the forehead and hugged me tighter.

“Yes, I love you too, my darling baby.”

We settled in that position for a while until I sensed my mother's breathing became deep and rhythmic. She had fallen asleep, allowing me to remove myself from her hold since it felt very hot.

At that time, I was met with two slightly shining orbs from the other side. My sister, her eyes wide open, was looking straight at me.

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I froze, taken by surprise. For a long time, I had no idea how to react in such a situation. Ursi was watching me calmly, at least as far as I could tell in the darkness. In a way, it was obvious she would be woken up with the noise we made as I sent Mom to the skies.

For some reason, neither of us avoided the other’s gaze, and we stared at one another for a long moment. Eventually, she turned around, closing her eyes to go back to sleep. She didn’t say anything, no scolding, no approving, no nothing, and I had zero idea of what was going on in her mind, which was nothing new. As far as I could remember, she had always watched me serenely like this, her thought process opaque to me.

Left without any choice, I could only try to get some more sleep too. But first, I needed to calm my heart, which was beating so fast I could hear it through my skin.

In the morning, I woke up feeling very warm and noticed my mother had hugged me again at some point. Sensing my movements, she stirred too, and soon opened her eyes, meeting mine at close range. Just like my sister did the previous night, she stared at me for a long while. Finally, she smiled, kissing me again on the forehead.

“It’s time to get up, Keon.”

There was no discussion about what happened during the night. My sister was already awake, and she too didn’t say anything. Just like that, we prepared ourselves as if nothing had happened, which gave me a weird feeling together with some relief.

I thought today’s schedule would be the same as the previous day, but I was wrong. Physical and combat training stayed, as well as girls being trained in women’s tasks, but oral teachings and shamanic lessons didn’t happen. I soon understood what was happening.

The elders didn’t want to overload the simple brains of cave children with too much information. The plan was to only have those lessons every ten days, to keep them spaced enough. Another reason was that there simply wasn’t that much to teach. There was no reading, no writing, no mathematics, no science, no philosophy. The total amount of knowledge to share wasn’t that much in this era. It was the best place for those who hated going to school.

As for magic training, it was because it could be done alone, at any time. Using magic, for those who had the “talent”, was something very natural. Many just used it in their daily lives, and if they had questions, they could simply wait for the next lesson to ask them.

Physical and combat training were different, though. As warrior Kalam said, one day without training was the same as losing one week of effort. This simple sentence pushed the naïve boys to be diligent during the training, working its effect wonderfully.

Girls also had a lot to learn. They needed to know how to cook the different kinds of meat and plants from around the tribe’s location, prepare pelts and fur so they lasted for a long time, and were even responsible for crafting stone spears. It now made sense why warrior Kalam had broken his spear so carelessly on the first day as a demonstration. He wasn’t the one who crafted it, after all!

But that wasn’t all. At any point, a woman could get grabbed by a man for mating purposes. If the man was very terrible at it, she could get hurt enough that it impaired her work, which didn’t help with going through her assigned tasks.

Back to the topic, all of this meant that children had some empty time in their schedule. It was generally considered free time, with the kids being allowed to do whatever they wanted. Some made groups and played together, some would continue training, while some girls would go to their mother and work together.

For us, the new batch of children, there was another new aspect too. We were allowed to go outside the cave system during our free time. Older boys were even permitted to join warriors when they went out on a hunt, to learn the work from real-life situations. They generally stayed at the back, away from prey, since the beasts were extremely dangerous, but even that was an invaluable experience.

I took the chance of my free time to go outside for the first time in my life. Many other boys did the same but since I was shunned, I couldn’t join any of their groups. Dyla was a bit scared but decided to join me instead, her eyes widened at the completely fresh scenery.

The grotto only had a single, large entrance, which was always guarded by warriors. After that, a large meadow extended at the front. The grass was tall, while the wind caressed our skin without any interference. Looking behind, the cave was against a sort of rocky structure, like a small hill. Far away on both sides were forests, with trees as far as the eye could see.

“Woah…”

“So beautiful…”

The girls marveled at the view innocently. The boys tried to stay stoic, but it was clear they were feeling the same, their eyes wide open, darting in all directions. I was no different, appreciating such a natural view as I should. I was originally a city person, far removed from such raw scenes, except for pictures on TV or computers.

Far away, a large and weird roar resounded, startling all of us. It sounded like nothing from Earth, and I could only imagine what sort of creature could produce such a sound.

“That’s a chiwe.”

As if precisely understanding what we were feeling, one of the guards told us the name of the howling animal. We still hadn’t learned about all the beasts so I wasn’t sure what a chiwe was, and frankly, didn’t feel like having any close contact with it any time soon.

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The area around the cave entrance was generally considered safe since warriors often killed everything in the surroundings. Yet, nothing was certain in this world. Beasts, especially blessed ones, moved around all the time. A single fight could change territories, forcing other beasts to move out of their previous lairs, which could then spill into our clan’s “safe zone”.

We children and the women too weren’t allowed to go too far. Women usually went out as a group to gather important resources like wood for the fires, edible plants, vegetables, or fruits. We were allowed to accompany them if we wanted, but never further than that. Each group always comprised at least one shaman, which meant it also had basic means of defense in case something unexpected happened.

Dyla and I joined such a group, purely by curiosity. We headed to the closest forest and began gathering natural products. Since we joined, we had to do our share of work, but it was nothing compared to the wonder of finally seeing what the outside world looked like. The forest was full of resources, and even without going far, we soon gathered what we could transport back. From time to time, small animals flew as we walked through the trees’ shade, startling Dyla whenever it happened. It was hard work and wasn’t even fully safe.

Even that excursion was considered a basic chore for women, no different from the work they did inside the grotto. Having experienced it for myself, I understood how normal women truly had the lowest rank in the clan. To keep things simple, they ran the whole tribe’s daily operations. The men were the muscles, and they were the hands and brains.

Combat training was next, and after that was another free time, or sleeping time, depending on how one saw it. Dyla glued herself to me, which made the boys snicker at my supposed “lack of virility”. I ignored them, taking Dyla to a secluded spot, understanding what she wanted.

There, we kissed for a long time, to compensate for what we hadn’t had the time to do the previous day.

“Mhmm… Mhmm… Mhmm…”

Dyla was insatiable, kissing me again and again, enjoying the moment as much as she could. By the time we separated, she was flushed red, her breath in disorder, and love in her eyes. Her development was going well.

After that, it was time to bathe. Dyla went to Libes while my mother joined us again, together with Ursi. My sister’s body was also quite the sight. She wasn’t as flat as Dyla, with some forms starting to appear all around. Her groin area had a small patch of hair, which was only beginning to grow. Her chest was forming a thin bulge over her torso, not extremely big but still noticeable. With her calm brown eyes and semi-long brown hair, she gave a fresh but slightly mature feeling, at least compared to Dyla.

I could only imagine how all of that would transform later if she were to take after my mother, who was quite thick all over. As for her, she also stared at me for some time, especially my towering dick, before starting to clean herself.

Soon enough, my mother and I were washing one another, just like the previous day. Ursi watched me do my things with some curiosity, especially the way it seemed to make Mom feel pleasant. As for the person in question, she strangely allowed my hand over her groin for longer than usual.

Positively surprised by the change, I didn’t hesitate much before running my fingers all over her slit, making her moan a little. When I touched her clitoris, she suddenly jolted, letting out a larger moan of pleasure, which was noticed by everyone around.

The men had already finished bathing long ago, so only women were left. They looked at me with my hand inside my mother’s crotch with surprise, the attention seeming too much for my mother. She quickly grabbed my hand and forced it out.

“I’m all clean now, darling. Thank you.”

I didn’t insist, letting her escape for now. The other bathing women soon lost interest in us, except for Dyla and Ursi, who had watched everything I had done with great curiosity.

Once we were done bathing, we had some food all together, chatting about little things, mostly sharing our first experience outside. From my point of view, this world was an untamed wilderness, full of strange creatures, plants, and mystery. It was a fascinating place holding infinite potential.

When everyone grew tired, we moved toward the caves reserved for sleeping. Dyla and Libes also shared a bed, not too far from our own, and cuddled together to get to sleep. We did the same on our side, taking similar positions as the previous day.

However, this time, I took the initiative first. I extended a hand toward the back of my mother’s legs and caressed them slowly. At first, she didn’t say anything, but when my massage started to affect her, she turned around to face me, whispering in my ears.

“Why are you doing this, Keon?”

I did the same to her, murmuring back into her ears.

“Mama, do you remember what I said yesterday? I want to make you feel good a lot.”

She shook her head.

“You’re too young for these things. If you wait a little, you can mate with any woman as much as you want.”

“But you need it now, no, Mama? You want to get into the same state as yesterday, right?”

She didn’t answer immediately, allowing me to reach her vagina with my fingers. This made her shiver, her breathing accelerating. I noticed she was already somewhat moist, a pleasant sign that she didn’t dislike my attention.

“You need to sleep or you’ll be tired, my baby. And we shouldn’t make too much noise or Ursi won’t sleep well either.”

“Let me see.”

I lifted my head to look behind her, at my sister. She had her eyes opened wide, closely monitoring what we were doing. I smiled at her, even though I didn’t know if she could see it or not, and went back into position, nodding at my mother.

“It’s fine, Mama. You don’t need to worry about Ursi.”

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“But…”

“We need to do it quickly so we can sleep soon, right? I’ll try my best.”

I resumed moving my hand, inserting my fingers into her sex.

“Huff…! Wait, Keon...!”

I didn’t wait, though. I fingered her for a bit, soon moving to do something different from the previous night.

“Mama, I’m not sure how to do it right. Guide me, okay?”

Without waiting for her answer, I plunged head-first under the pelts, squirming my body down until I was in the right position. I now had my head right in front of her groin, the heavy feminine smell of her arousal assaulting me. This made me half-berserk, and I buried my head into her hairy pussy.

I felt her pubes, slightly wet with her fluids, tickling my face as I took my tongue out and licked her thick lips, her wonderful flavor bursting over my taste buds. So that’s how a woman’s lustful cunt tasted like. It was quite indescribable, warm and sweet, but also musky and heady. Thank you, spirit of the world, for allowing me to taste my first pussy! Thank you, whoever allowed me to reincarnate into this world!

I felt myself cum a little through my exhilaration but didn’t pay it too much attention, focusing all my senses on the sublime piece of flesh in front of me.

“Mhaaah…! B-Baby… What are you doing?”

It was no wonder cunnilingus didn’t exist in this world, considering how the men only cared about their pleasure. I was pretty sure fellatio was the same, too, since sex here only aimed to produce new lives. Those ideas probably never even occurred in contemporary cavemen’s minds.

No matter. I could introduce all these folks to the joy of healthy sex. Wasn’t it the very reason a pervert like me was reborn into this world? I couldn’t see anything else.

As I continued to run my tongue over my mother’s labia, licking her like the dog in heat that I was, she put her hands on my head, half trying to push me away, half trying to push me further in. Judging by her moans, the surprise of the new sexual act combined well with the stimulation, and she was quite lost, unsure about what to do.

Fortunately, I was here to help. I licked a specific place and asked.

“Here, mama?”

“Mhmm…! Haaah… Haaah…”

She only panted without responding and I licked another part of her twat.

“Or here?”

“Ahmm…! Haaah… Haaah…”

And yet another.

“What about here?”

“Oohh…! Haaah… Haaah…”

I did this for a long time, trying different parts of her weakened pussy, enjoying both her reactions and taste to the utmost. Eventually, she groaned, as if she couldn’t take it anymore.

“Mhaaah…! Baby… A bit… A bit higher….”

Her words made my blood rush once more, but I followed her instructions closely. I was currently eating her on the level of her lower vagina and moved to the middle, taking my tongue and giving a long lick.

“Ahmmm…! Still higher… Higher…”

I now displaced myself to the top of her slit, giving her another dirty lick.

“Huff…! Just a bit further up. A bit further…”

I understood her aim and finally reached her clitoris. I couldn’t see much in the darkness, so it was all up to my tongue to uncover the terrain. With a strong movement of my appendage, I played with her hardened bean, licking it through what I thought was its external hood. My mom’s reaction was instantaneous.

“Aaahhh! Yes, right there, darling! Right there!”

Her waist jumped in pleasure as if a burst of bliss had passed through her. This time, she pushed me deeper into her mellow pussy, her intention obvious.

Glad to give her so much joy, I didn’t hesitate any further, running my tongue all over her pea, attacking it without mercy.

“Aaahhh! Keon…! Baby…! Yes…! It feels so good…! Mama is…! Mama is…! Aaaaahhhhhmmmmm!”

She quickly reached her limit and exploded in orgasm right into my face. Her pussy twitched in ecstasy a few times, releasing a few thick waves of fluids for me to savor. Those tasted even more delicious than her normal ones. This was the taste of climax, deep and intoxicating, and I felt like I could drink it forever.

I sucked on her clitoris to the end, trying to give her the best orgasm I could. Finally, her body stopped trembling as she settled down, breathing heavily. My first cunnilingus was probably a mess since I didn’t know what I was doing but, with my target receiving her first pussy eating too, this equalized the field of play. In the end, she hadn’t lasted long before my tongue had made her cum hard, which made me prouder than anything I ever accomplished in my previous life.

Once she calmed down, she pulled me up and took me into her arms. As I was hugged, I noticed my sister was still watching everything from behind her back. I still had no idea what she was thinking but she hadn’t disturbed our act in the least.

I focused back on my mother, who was still gasping a little.

“How was it, Mama?”

“Huff… Huff… Baby, how did you get that idea?”

“I learned about it a long time ago.”

“Did you see someone else doing this? I’ve never heard about something like that.”

“Yes. Was it okay?”

“…It was great. Mama rarely felt so good before.”

“Really? I’m glad.”

There was a moment of silence when another idea came to my mind.

“Mama, I want to try it too.”

“Try it? What do you mean?”

“To put my penis into your mouth.”

“Oh… Another strange idea. You’ve seen it, right? That’s not where it should go. And you’re still too young for mating.”

“Yes, that’s why I don’t want to try mating. I just want to try putting it into your mouth.”

“Why?”

“I think it will feel very good for me, just like what I did felt good for you.”

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“Oh… I guess it will?”

“Can you do it for me, please?”

“Of course, my darling baby. Anything you want.”

“Thank you, Mama!”

I moved again, in the other direction this time. I lifted myself until my waist was at the level of her mouth. There, I pushed my pelt to the side, uncovering my hard-as-rock dick. My mother, not used to the act, didn’t react much to what I was doing. I moved my hips forward a little until my glans poked at her lips.

Only then did she open her mouth, taking my tool into it. For the first time in my life, my shaft was inside a hole, even if it wasn’t the one nature intended. Her warm mouth full of saliva felt amazing, and I wanted nothing more than to stay there forever.

Unfortunately, she truly took my words to the letter. She had taken my penis in her mouth, and that was it. She didn’t move in any way, and just waited for… I’m not sure what for, actually. I wondered if this was because she didn’t know what to do or because women were very passive in sexual situations in this world. When mating, for example, they just took their position and waited until the man was done. In a way, they effectively didn’t do anything at all.

“Mama, can you suck on my penis?”

“Hmm?”

She couldn’t speak well, but I could feel her being taken aback. Still, after a bit of time, she slowly started to inhale at the level of my dick, which was a close equivalent to sucking it, in a way. The pleasure immediately increased, and I sighed in bliss.

“Yes, just like that, Mama. Stronger, suck me stronger.”

She nodded with my cock still inside her mouth and increased the suction, which improved the experience for me too.

“Perfect. Move your head over my penis, Mama.”

Once again, there was an instant of pause as if she were thinking about my words. Then, she began bobbing her head over my rod. Now, I was finally getting something close to a real head, and it just couldn’t compare to masturbation. My mother’s clumsy movements stimulated me at random, which felt weirdly good, with unexpected spikes of gratification from time to time.

“Yes, just like that, Mama. It’s amazing, I love you so much, Mama.”

She reacted well to my last words. I knew telling her I loved her always did it, and she started to try giving me increased stimulation. The lewd sounds of her licking my tool resounded quietly in the area, only escalating my lustful mood to another level. With awkward but more energetic motions, she increased her output, fellating me with renewed fervor. I felt the rapture augmenting fast and knew I was getting close to my desired release.

“I’m close, Mama. Just a bit more. Suck my dick, suck my dick hard! Yeaaahhh!”

With one last groan of contentment, I climaxed, my small cock twitching inside her wet mouth. The pleasure was incredible, much better than anything I had experienced previously. She also continued to do me while I orgasmed, which only furthered my bliss.

I wasn’t sure if she noticed I had come or not since she wasn’t experienced in the act, and there was no sperm. Somehow, she went on with her fellatio even after I was done, and I put a hand on her head to calm her down.

“Thank you, Mama. It felt amazing. You can stop now.”

She finally halted her motions and released my penis with another dirty sloshing noise. She was a bit out of breath due to trying something so foreign, her eyes matching mine, shining slightly in the darkness. Once her breathing regulated itself, she asked, full of curiosity.

“Was it any good, my baby?”

“It was the best, Mama.”

“I had no idea you could do these things. My son’s so smart.”

“Of course, because I’m Mama’s child.”

Even I could see her smile in the darkness. She took me in her arms once more.

“Come, let’s sleep now. Mama’s tired.”

That marked the end of another superb night in the tribe. As expected, there was a lot of room for sexual education in this world, and I was ready to fulfill my duty to the utmost.

For some time, I went through a certain routine. Training during the day, going outside to get some fresh air every so often, and sexual teaching during the night, under Ursi’s attentive gaze.

Nine days later, we experienced our second theoretical lesson. I was waiting for this since there were still many things I didn’t know. The topic was focused on the outside world, which was great because we were often outside these days.

We learned about the immediate surroundings of the grotto and the main type of beasts we could have the misfortune to encounter. Without any drawings or pictures, it was hard to visualize how they truly looked, especially since the descriptions often referenced other beasts. Like how a chiwe looked like a mix of raktuf and bilsan, which wasn’t any help since we had never witnessed any of those either.

Still, with the bits and pieces of information, this one having four legs, that other being large, that one having long claws, and so on, an image began to appear in my mind. It was all just my imagination, though, just like if someone told you a giraffe had four legs and a long neck, you could put a cow together with an ostrich and the description would be valid, even though it would be completely wrong.

Another thing we learned was about the plants we could fetch from the forest and meadow. That knowledge was also very important, and I focused hard on listening. I also noticed how my sister was indeed paying me a lot of attention, much more than to other children or the elder. She hadn’t lied when she said she was looking over me, even though that was all she did, just like when she was watching nightly sexual education.

Time passed quickly and peacefully, until a sudden, unfortunate incident happened.

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It was during one of the outings to the forest. Dyla and I joined a group of women going out to forage as we often did. The shaman that was assigned to the group was Libes, which delighted her daughter a lot.

For about one hour, we picked mushrooms, wild vegetables, and berries, the women spread around to be more effective. Then, suddenly, a large roar resounded from very close. It was a kind of terrible shout that I had never heard before, and everyone turned toward the source of the sound.

A short distance away stood a large creature with six legs, a short neck, and large, round eyes. It had long green fur, two tails, and a horn on its forehead. Its size was terrifying, bigger than an adult man. Everybody froze in terror in front of the hideous monster, including me.

“Warek! Flee!”

Libes shouted while placing herself in front of the beast as if to shield us all. Despite her command, no one flew away, too paralyzed from horror. What sort of organism was that? Which maniac spirit ended up imagining a creature like this? My legs were without strength, trembling helplessly. I felt like fleeing right away, but couldn’t, stuck in place like a newborn baby in its cradle.

“K-Keon.”

I heard Dyla’s voice next to me. I slowly turned my head around and saw the girl looking at her mother, trembling just as much as I was, her eyes already filled with tears.

The warek clamored loudly once more, charging brusquely at Libes, who stood courageously alone in front of it. Yet, even from that distance, I could see she was trembling a little too. Still, she created a spear of ice from her hand and threw it at the beast. Unfortunately, it evaded it, the spear barely scratching its fur, and continued its charge.

In front of my eyes, it used its clawed front paw to attack its prey at incredible speed. Libes tried to retreat but didn’t manage to do it in time. The claws sundered her left arm, which flew away from her body. She let out a howl of pain as she lost one of her limbs, just like that, blood spurting out of her horrific wound.

The warek went on with its aggression, aiming to finish her in the next assault. My mind went blank at that moment. Is Libes going to die just like that? I looked at the other women, a few barely managing to crawl away in terror. Are we all going to die today? What sort of monster was this? Wasn’t the forest next to the cave supposed to the safe?

Then, a sudden flash passed through my mind. These women, dying? Wouldn’t it be a terrible loss for humani…, I mean, for me? Weren’t they all fated to be part of my harem sooner or later? Letting them die when I was going to use their bodies to fulfill all my perverted desires? Hell no!

Just before the warek reached Libes for another claw strike, I shouted in full voice, not even sure what I was crying out for. I erected a large wall of earth in front of my friend’s mother, which the beast crashed into with a loud noise.

I panted, witnessing the result of my outburst. It wasn’t any special since anyone who could use earth magic could do so, except that the terror had mostly receded from my mind. Everyone was now looking at me, a mix of fear and hope in their gaze.

Unfortunately, the fight was far from over. The beast circled my earth wall and resumed its attack. In a hurry, I erected a new wall, but this one didn’t do much. The warek was oddly smart and had already learned from its mistake. Once again, it simply got around the obstacle as if it were nothing.

Libes was still on the ground, bleeding while moaning in pain, and I was starting to panic again. What should I do? How could I take care of this monster effectively? My brain went into overdrive, trying to find a solution to the problem.

What I had at my disposal was earth magic, which I had learned also encompassed plant magic. Just like water magic encompassed ice magic or wind magic allowed one to use lightning strikes.

Fire magic was considered the best in terms of damage output, water magic was useful to the clan but not very good in combat, and wind magic was useless, but compensated with its strong thunder magic. As for earth, it was considered the most versatile of all.

Versatile. That’s right. If earth didn’t work, I could use plants instead. I let my body be filled with magical energy, drawing from the large reserves I had expanded every single day since I was a toddler. My mind focused as much as possible. I only had one order.

Plants, help me take care of this beast!

Responding to my will and vast magical outburst, all the vegetation in the surroundings started to move in unison, growing at a violent pace toward my target. A large number of vines, lianas, branches, and leaves slithered at high speed toward the warek, who growled in surprise at the sight.

He dodged the first few assaults, but soon enough, the plants came from all directions, and he could only use his claws to fight back. He destroyed a few clusters of vegetation while I poured more and more magical energy into my assault, and the numbers quickly overwhelmed him. With a large, frustrated roar, he found himself stuck in place, struggling hard to get them off him. It didn’t work, though, with his six legs paralyzed under the number of vines and lianas.

A few seconds later, he couldn’t even move anymore, his body green for a different reason, the plants shackling him fully.

I had subjugated the beast, and it was even still alive. Its large eyes were focused on me, full of killing intent, and looked as terrifying as before, while it was releasing a low, menacing groan continuously from deep inside its throat. However, that was it. The victor and the loser were clear. I had come on top of my very first fight in this world.

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My breathing was ragged as I approached the subjugated creature. Its eyes were following all my movements, acting defiantly even though it couldn’t move anymore.

A sudden thought came to my mind as I witnessed this spectacle. With the vines and branches surrounding it from all sides, didn’t it kind of look like… tentacle porn?

“Wake up, mama! Wake up!”

Dyla’s cries woke me up from my random delusion. She was shaking her mother, who had now fainted on the ground, missing her left arm. She looked pale, probably because of the loss of blood, which was still happening at this moment. That’s right, we weren’t completely done yet.

One of the reasons earth magic was called versatile was because of a certain property of plant magic. Its greatest strength was the possibility of transferring some vitality from the vegetation to people. In simpler words, it was possible to heal people.

I rushed toward Libes’ separated arm, shivering as I took the bloody, dead flesh into my hands. Then, I ran toward my friend’s mother, placing her arm next to her shoulder.

“Move away, Dyla. I’m going to heal her.”

The crying Dyla wasn’t of any help right now, so I shoved her away quickly. The other women were also starting to come to their senses, approaching us slowly. I didn’t pay much attention to them, preferring to focus on my task. I had wanted to bang Libes almost as soon as I opened my eyes in this world. There was no way I would let her die so stupidly.

Even though my last action used a good quantity of magical energy, I still had plenty left since I only cast magic three times. Once again, I asked for the plants to come to my help.

Heal Libes’ arm!

A normal earth shaman would be able to close wounds. A skilled one could handle internal injuries. An incredible one could regenerate flesh. It all depended on the strength of the will and the magical reserves of the person using magic. My will to do the dirty with her was infinite, and I still had plenty of juice left in me.

The plants responded to my call, under the fascinated looks of the women around. Just like for the warek, they rushed toward their target except that they stopped right in front of the debilitating wound. Then, they started to wither at a fast speed, transferring their life energy to Libes. A green light surrounded her injury, and the flesh began regrowing in real-time. It was initiated from her shoulder, filling out the wounds first, and expanding toward the separated arm.

Soon enough, the flesh came into contact with the arm muscles and bones. The magical process continued as the arm was moved into the correct position, and the disconnection filled with new flesh. After a short while, even that was covered by skin. In a matter of minutes, her arm was back to normal. One could think nothing ever happened if not for the large pool of blood all around her.

“Let’s move her to a comfortable position.”

The women and Dyla, who had witnessed the whole process with marvel, obeyed naturally. They used the pelts they were wearing to form a makeshift bed and placed Libes there. Now, she only looked like she was in a deep sleep, and there was nothing more we could do.

I looked around, witnessing some of the women being nude due to sharing their pelts. Nudity wasn’t a very big deal for our tribe, and maybe to all humanity in this world, with us bathing together every day and the like. Furs and pelts were mostly worn to keep the body warm. Fortunately, young children started their initiations in spring, which meant the weather was pleasant enough right now.

“Gul gul gul gul gul.”

As they say, there is never a time when perversion is irrelevant. I sat on the ground to take a break while ogling at the few women in their birthday suits.

Now that her mother was safe, Dyla came to me again, gluing herself to my side.

“Thank you for helping Mama, Keon. You were very brave.”

I smiled at her, caressing her hair idly. She was watching me like I was a hero. I couldn’t deny that this felt sort of good, in a different way from being seen while on an exhibitionism expedition.

“You were amazing, child.”

“That’s right. Aren’t you just out of the cradle?”

“Your future is bright.”

“You’ll become a great warrior.”

The women around came closer, praising me as if it would help relieve them from their previous terror. Speaking of which, we still had something to take care of. I pointed at the beast, still bound by the vegetation.

“What should we do with the warek?”

Everyone stared at it until an older woman responded.

“We should kill it and transport its body to the cave. It’ll provide a lot of meat for the tribe.”

“Oh… Of course.”

I said that without thinking about it too much. However, even as I waited on the ground, nothing happened. I checked around me once more and saw that the gazes were focused on me.

“Huh? What? I should kill it?”

They all nodded.

“It’s a warrior’s duty to kill beasts.”

“I’m not a warrior, though.”

“You’ll be a great warrior soon.”

“Uh…”

From the way they were peering at me, it didn’t seem like they would ever do it themselves. I examined my prey, wondering how I should handle the problem. Now that it couldn’t move anymore, earth magic would be the most effective. I concentrated one last time, querying the earth for help.

Kill the beast!

Just like I envisioned it, a spike of hardened rocks shot out of the ground. It pierced the creature, who let out one last piercing howl of agony. It twitched a few times in its death throes, only to stop moving soon after.

I waited for a bit longer, just to be sure. When the kill was certain, I removed the vegetal binding, revealing its large body, which fell to its side. It truly was enormous. It was a wonder how a small child like me managed to kill such a monster.

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“We should leave the forest now.”

The older woman spoke again, interrupting my thoughts. She was right, of course. There was no point in staying in this dangerous place when we didn’t know what could come to assault us. Since everyone agreed, we organized ourselves as best as we could.

Two women carried Libes, using the pelts like a stretcher, while the rest handled the warek. The beast was so large that it was impossible to carry. Instead, a bunch of them took hold of its legs and dragged it forward on the ground. That would damage its fur a little, but it was better than nothing.

Dyla and I didn’t have to do anything since we were still so small. I might be a bit stronger than a normal child when using magical energy to reinforce myself, but I still wasn’t used to controlling it. Judging by the older kids I was learning together with, I should get better after a few years of hard training, just like I did for earth magic.

Fortunately, we weren’t too far from the cave. To be exact, these sorts of excursions never went very far from it. It only took us a few minutes to exit the forest, plus around twenty more to reach the grotto through the meadow.

When we were almost there, the warriors guarding the entrance noticed something wasn’t normal and ran to us.

“What happened?”

The answer was obvious when looking at the dead beast and the fainted Libes, but the older woman still patiently answered.

“We were attacked by this warek. Our shaman fought bravely but was hurt in the process. This child ended up defeating it.”

She pointed my way, the warriors watching me with surprise and interest.

“This small child?”

Everyone nodded, which seemed to impress the guards.

“You’ll be a fine warrior when you grow up, young one.”

They patted me on the shoulder a couple of times, and that was it. A warek was still just a normal beast, after all. If we had been against a blessed one, we probably would have been helplessly massacred.

I still had a question for them, though.

“Wasn’t the forest supposed to be safe?”

They shook their heads.

“No place is completely safe. We warriors go through the forest from time to time to eliminate beasts, but they can come from anywhere, anytime. Sometimes, they even attack the cave entrance.”

What a dangerous world. The guards helped us transport the beast as we came inside the cave. The corpse made its way towards the women’s working area while Libes was transported to the “medical cave”, if one could call it that. It was located close to the cradle caves, deep inside the grottos, to make it one of the safest possible places.

A shaman using earth magic soon came to check her condition. She inspected her everywhere before concluding soon after.

“She’ll be fine. You were the one who used earth magic to heal her, child?”

I nodded as she continued.

“You did well. Not only did you re-attach the arm correctly, but some of the plants' vitality invigorated her body too. She just needs to rest for a few days, and she’ll be back to normal.”

“That’s great news! Right, Dyla?”

Dyla smiled and nodded strongly. We were now able to relax after this terrible episode, or so we hoped, but there was no such thing in the tribe. We had to attend our respective training courses right after coming back, without any break. Still, the hard times were compensated for with increasing love from my mother after my heroic act, which was impossible since it was already maxed out.

Just like the shaman said, Libes was back on her feet less than five days later. The first thing she did was to come to me during one of the free periods.

“Thank you for saving and healing me, Keon.”

I gave her my best smile.

“You’re welcome!”

She grinned back, seemingly amused.

“I always thought Dyla and Aeth were exaggerating, praising you all the time, but I guess I was wrong.”

Aeth was my mother’s name.

“Hehe.”

I giggled innocently, and Libes seemed to have an impulse. She took me into her arms, hugging me tightly into her medium-sized breasts.

“Such a good kid.”

Her attitude from then on was completely different from before. If she were just my mother’s friend, or the mother of my friend before, she now treated me almost as if I were her second child. She accepted any gesture of affection and even often initiated them on her own when she felt like it. Dyla seemed pleased with the situation, finding the two people she loved the most becoming much closer.

This change was most noticeable during bathing time. My mother, who I made cum every night, was letting me touch her body longer every day. She now rightfully considered washing as a sort of foreplay, and one day, she even lost her initial shyness altogether.

After washing her everywhere, with special attention to her boobs and nipples, I went to her crotch and started fingering her as usual. She opened her legs wider, allowing me better access to her wet vagina, and I skillfully banged her cunt.

“Mhmm…! Keon… Baby… Ahmm…!”

Her face was fully flushed, clearly enjoying my touch to the maximum. Dyla, Ursi, and Libes, the latter one having integrated into our group, were the women closest to us and watched our play attentively. Libes probably initially believed we were washing one another but Dyla and Ursi had long since understood there was more to it.

I thought my mother would stop me as usual, but no such thing happened. On the contrary, she only moaned louder, attracting even more attention from the women around us. Excited by the situation, I ground her pussy at full strength and was surprised to see her letting me do it.

“Aahh… Aaahhh… Aaahhhmmm… Yeeesss!”

With one last shout of ecstasy, she climaxed, right in front of the gallery, her body twitching orgasmically several times.

Libes approached us, shocked.

“What the heck are you doing, Aeth? That’s not washing anymore. Did you just have Keon make you orgasm?”

My mother needed a few more seconds to get her bearings back, panting wildly for some time. She blushed a little further at the question.

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“That’s right.”

For some reason, her voice contained a good amount of defiance in it.

“You can’t do that! It's still too early for Keon to mate!”

“Who said anything about mating? He’s using his fingers, so it’s different.”

This silenced Libes, who never seemed to have thought about the idea before. After a moment, she opened her mouth again.

“Still, how can you ask him to do that? He’s too young for this stuff.”

My mother shook her head.

“I didn’t ask him. He did it on his own. My son is smart, strong, and he loves his mother a lot.”

“What? Is that true, Keon?”

“Yes.”

I affirmed as a matter of fact. My goal was indeed to teach sexual education to every woman in the tribe, awakening them, I mean, corrupting them in passing.

Libes was taken aback once more. She looked at my mother, followed by the women who watched the exchange as if it were an interesting drama. After turning her gaze back to my mother, she queried her again.

“Aeth, can’t you do it by yourself? Why do you involve Keon in this?”

“Because it feels so much better than doing it myself.”

“Huh… Better? Is that true?”

My mom smiled smugly.

“That’s right. A lot better. Doing it alone is nothing compared to that. And mating with men, well, I don’t need to tell you.”

Libes looked like she didn’t know what to think anymore. I could imagine her prehistoric woman's thought process as if it were mine.

Mating was when men put their penis inside a woman’s vagina, stirred it, and ejaculated inside to try to have a baby. However, nothing of that sort happened between Keon and Aeth. He was just using his fingers to make her feel good, and there was no mating involved at all.

Her expression became pensive while she focused her eyes on me.

“I guess it’s not mating… I’m not sure what to call it, but it’s probably… fine?”

“Right?”

My mother grinned victoriously, but Libes wasn’t done yet.

“I’m curious now. Keon, do you mind doing this for me, too? Is that all right?”

Her innocent suggestion made my dick twitch in happiness. Things were progressing even better than I expected.

“Of course!”

“You look so enthusiastic.”

“Because I like you too, Libes.”

“Oh? Haha, that makes me happy. Okay, I’ll leave it to you.”

She came toward me, allowing me to get a perfect view of her body, before sitting right in front of me. Unlike my mother, she was slimmer, sporting an average build. Her long blonde hair dropped behind her back, touching her slightly protruding buttocks. Her green eyes were staring at my every gesture with curiosity and anticipation. She had fluid forms, neither round like my mother nor flat like Dyla, but in between the two. As for down there, she had a nice patch of blonde pubes on her pelvis, while her labia majora was exposed for all to see.

Since this was her first time, I started with normal “washing”. In other words, a sensual massage. I ran my hands over her body, first on her back, next with her arms. So far, it was nothing special, and she smiled gently at me, waiting for things to happen. She had been the witness of the whole process my mother went through so she wasn’t in a hurry.

Progressively, I aimed for better places. I massaged her butt, slowly at first, and with more intensity when she was used to it. Next were her legs, and she finally reacted at that point. The more my hands closed on her crotch, the more her breathing deepened, lust slowly rising within her.

Yet, I wasn’t about to rush the process uselessly. Instead of going straight to her groin, I switched to her tits instead. She looked disappointed for a second, which only excited me further. Still, her chest was an erogenous zone, and I caressed it softly, playing with her mounts delicately. When my fingers ran over her nipples, she released a small sigh of pleasure, telling me I was doing things right.

“I’ve never been touched so gently before. It feels nice and relaxing at the same time.”

“Right?”

My mother agreed immediately while the surrounding women came closer, curious about the process too. The situation was quite interesting, with me massaging my friend’s mother without impunity, and a lot of women spectating it as if it were something exotic. Most of them probably were familiar with masturbation, but none had ever been caressed like this by others since men weren’t the most delicate during mating. To be exact, the concept of foreplay didn’t even exist at all.

Libes’ nipples leisurely hardened under my care as her face became redder by the minute, horniness appearing in her eyes. I flickered them for a bit, making her tremble a little, and finally aimed for the place she had been waiting for all the while.

I moved downwards, caressing her belly and navel sensually a few times, going to her inner thighs next. I used my palms to massage these, and she released a moan for the first time.

“Mhmm… I like how you caress me, Keon. Can you go a bit higher, please?”

She had lost her patience. I checked her vagina, noting that it was already moist, waiting impatiently for my care.

“I got it.”

I responded joyfully and opened her legs wider. Her pussy lips slightly followed the traction of her flesh, opening themselves a little too, revealing her labia minora. Libes’ face was now flushed, breathing hard, her eyes begging me to continue quickly. The look of the normally proper woman was so hot that I didn’t make her wait any further.

I extended my right hand toward her petals, running a finger through them delicately.

“Mhmm…”

She moaned again, even though we had barely started. I grinned, moving a finger up and down her engorged lips, making her shiver in happiness. Her sex increased its production rate of fluids, smearing my fingertip with delicious-looking juices, her feminine smell drifting toward my nose, entrancing me to the extreme.

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“Deeper, Keon.”

She used her fingers to open her labia widely, pointing at her vagina entrance. Who was I to deny her small wish? Since my fingers were small, I directly inserted two of them into her twat, feeling her inner texture on their tip. She was so wet, warm, and horny, it was amazing.

“Fuuhh… Yes, deeper, Keon.”

She released a long sigh of pleasure while urging me further. However, I did have some time to train by masturbating my mother so often and knew what could give her the best feelings. Instead of going deeper like she asked, I searched for her weak spots. Her squelchy inner flesh gave lewd noises as I sought better places, starting from the left, and rotating clockwise. It didn’t take long before I found them, in the second location, right under her clitoris.

“Aahh! That place!”

Her butt jumped in pleasure when my fingers scratched her upper folds, and I focused straight on that location. My small fingers bullied her aroused walls, her pussy twitching every time a spike of pleasure coursed through her veins.

“By the spirits…! So good! Right there, Keon, dear! Right there!”

Her expression had now switched to a fully galvanized one, her tongue slightly out of her mouth, saliva dripping unwillingly from the corners of her lips. She swiftly placed her fingers on top of her bean and began stimulating it, with slow circling motions at first. As the pleasure grew further, her pace increased in parallel. Soon enough, she was flickering her pea, which forcefully left its protective membrane to receive enhanced bliss.

As expected of a water shaman, her pussy was now producing a great amount of fluids, which mixed with the basin’s water. I suddenly wondered how it would feel to drink such lewd water. I certainly wouldn’t mind drinking this instead of normal liquids, that was for sure!

It was clear her climax was coming at full speed now. She was shivering more and more, her face flushed red, her eyes trembling in jubilation.

“Oohh… Yes…! Yes…! Yes…!”

Her shouts of marvel went crescendo as she reached her limit. Right at this moment, she hurriedly warned me.

“I’m so close…! Yes…! Yes…! Aahh…! Be careful, Keon, it’s coming!”

I was well aware she was going to come and only banged her snatch with more power to finish her. She finally reached her climax and howled in full voice.

“Yes…! Coming…! Ooooohhhhh!”

Together with one last low cry, she cummed hard, her pussy orgasming explosively. And I mean, literally. Her urethra suddenly ejected a strong jet of fluids, straight onto my torso, while she climaxed profoundly, her body jerking in ecstasy.

Astonished, I witnessed this usually serious woman let herself go completely, her cunt releasing like there was no tomorrow. I understood a bit late that she was squirting, a sexual act I had always wanted to witness. To think I was the one to make her cum so deeply. What a wonder!

Her jet felt like it would go on forever, even though it probably only lasted for a few seconds.

“Wow!”

“Incredible!”

“Look at her face!”

The women around commented on the happening, the last words attracting my attention. I focused back on Libes’ face, and my penis immediately shivered in excitement. Her orgasm must have been amazing because she had her tongue fully out, her eyes rolling in her orbits. Her toes were arched, her head back to enjoy the pleasure as much as possible, as she spasmed from time to time, enough to worry her daughter.

Dyla tapped on her mother’s shoulder, calling out to her.

“Mama, are you all right? Mama?”

It took a few moments before the woman reacted.

“Ah! Dyla… Yes, I’m fine. It just felt so good. Aeth was right, this is simply fantastic.”

This made my mother giggle.

“I know. I can’t live without this now.”

“I feel the same.”

She turned to me, her face looking profoundly satisfied.

“It was superb, Keon. Thank you.”

“You’re welcome. I’m glad you liked it.”

“More than liked. Why didn’t I know about this before? I feel like I wasted my life doing it by myself.”

She paused for a moment.

“Say, Keon, dear, can we do this again in the future?”

Despite her fulfilled expression, her eyes shone with potential lust.

“That’s not a problem. You can just ask!”

She gave me her best smile, the one she usually reserved for Dyla.

“Wonderful.”

She lay on her back in the shallow part of the basin, resting for a moment. The women surrounded her, full of questions.

“Did it really feel that good?”

“Yes. It can’t compare to anything I've tried before.”

“How much better?”

“I don’t know. Maybe two times, or three times. There was some sort of thrill that made it so much more exciting.”

“How was it to have his fingers inside your vagina?”

“It felt a bit weird at first, you know? But that went away almost immediately. Then, it was all pleasure.”

“That’s so interesting!”

They continued to chat happily for some time until everyone decided to finish bathing for the day. After eating something, we separated to go to bed. My work still hasn’t been completed yet. My mother had been giving me this hungry look, and I knew she wanted more during the night.

Most of the cave residents sleeping around us were the same women we had been bathing with, which meant that this time, my mother felt less obligated to be discreet as we made each other cum with oral sex. She had also noticed that Ursi wasn’t sleeping during our frolicking, which allowed her to release half-muffled howls of pleasure throughout the night.

I didn’t forget to thank the spirits as I had been taught. Spirits, if you are watching, I’m trying hard to fulfill my responsibilities as a pervert. I hope to show you that you have chosen the right person for the job. Please keep supporting me from wherever you are.

My mother orgasmed straight into my mouth while I did the same in hers a little later. This was yet another good day in this prehistoric world.

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Time passed quickly after that. I now had two women to supply me with fresh juices, especially the newest addition, who often released in great quantity. I updated her on other practices like fellatio and cunnilingus, putting her on the same level as my mother.

We were also taught new and important knowledge during theoretical lessons. I learned that we were far from being the only tribe in this area, and that wars and skirmishes happened all the time. Warriors would raid other clans and steal from them, including women, who were considered vital for a tribe’s growth, and of course, for men’s pleasure.

Our tribe was built like that, too. I was surprised when the elder revealed that she was initially from another clan, just like about half of the women in the cave. Women were often captured during raids, and they never resisted, even if they were shamans. As such, they also were never hurt by invaders, and it felt like they were no different from any other loot. They simply accepted that they were now part of a new clan and lived their lives there, adapting to the new circumstances. As expected of ancestral times, human rights just weren’t a thing, much less women’s rights.

Our clan was one of the most powerful in the region due to many such successful raids. Our grotto was also one of the best places to live in, something I had often noticed too. Frankly, it was amazing. It only had one entrance, had plenty of space inside, had an open courtyard-like area for babies to enjoy the sun, and was very safe in general. It was no wonder a clan would prosper here.

But still, even in this other world filled with dangerous beasts and where death could happen anywhere at any time, humans were fighting among themselves. As if surviving wasn’t already hard enough. How insane.

After the incident in the forest, I decided to join these small expeditions as often as possible, since it would be a terrible loss if my future harem members were to die helplessly there. Fortunately, there was no other attack from beasts, which proved that the place was still relatively safe. I remembered how almost everyone had been shocked and paralyzed when the warek attacked. It was clear this wasn’t a common happening.

Dyla initially didn’t join me because she was too scared, and I didn’t force her to come. However, after a few weeks, she started to miss our time together and gathered her courage to go outside again. Maybe my constant encouragement for her to be strong wasn’t completely in vain. Despite her timid attitude, she was also a shaman, though a fledgling one. If she put her mind to it, she could at least defend herself a little in a pinch.

She still disliked women’s training, calling it tiresome, which was my exact feeling about physical and combat training. By now, I was completely ostracized by other boys, who had formed groups within themselves. These groups weren’t random either. They were linked to adult hunting groups and were trying to include kids of all ages, to have a constant supply of warriors for hunting together in the future.

I wasn’t certain how things would turn out for me in that regard. I tried to brag about killing a beast already, only to receive mocking laughs in response. These simple-minded caveboys had made up their mind about me, and nothing I could say mattered anymore, even if I wiped the floor with boys of my age every day during one-on-one spars. The way they kept sneering at me and talking behind my back was much more powerful than the reality of what I was, a typical example of group self-inducement, only seeing what they wanted to see. Wasn’t this just like how sects operated?

Not everything was terrible, though. When Dyla and I became seven, I noticed something interesting. I was usually too busy taking care of myself, Dyla, my mother, and Libes, but I was still paying a little attention to things around me. In particular, I often glanced at my sister Ursi because of how she was watching over me.

There was a slightly interesting pattern in her movements. Sometimes during free time, she would leave the common caves and go somewhere by herself, only to come back a little later. When I monitored her more closely, I found out that she would always leave after a man came to fetch a woman for mating.

My pervert’s instincts sensed some potential there, and one day, I followed her. In front of us were the man and woman, heading to the mating cave. A little behind was my sister, walking far enough not to be noticed. And then, behind all of them, was I, acting like a ninja in prehistoric caves.

When the duo entered the mating area, my sister hastened her steps in their direction. She didn’t stop at their cave but continued forward to the next grotto. There, I spied on her as she took her place right next to the wall separating her place from the mating two.

She sat there and put her head to the wall, gluing one of her eyes to it. From my position, I barely managed to see that there was a small hole in the wall. Ursi slightly opened her legs, placing one hand over her chest and the other inside her pelt, over her groin. She slowly moved them, massaging herself in a well-established self-pleasuring manner.

My sister was schlicking to the man and the woman mating in the other cave. She was a voyeur, and even though her face was calm as usual, her eyes flashed a little in excitement. Hello, fellow practitioner! I like voyeurism too! Too bad there was only one hole, or we could enjoy ourselves together!

Come to think of it, she was always watching me doing stuff with Mom and Libes. To be exact, she had been watching everything intensely from the very day I was born. It might have been her innate perversion, something she was born with.

And of course, there was no way I would leave such a juicy situation alone.

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I moved in her direction, not bothering to hide myself anymore. For a few seconds, she didn’t notice me, too busy watching the scene next door. As I came closer, she suddenly realized my presence and froze, her hand still inside her crotch.

She stared at the intruder, seemingly a bit ashamed. When she recognized me, she relaxed again, giving me a specific look. If I had to decipher it, it would be something like this: ‘I’m always leaving you to do whatever you want with Mama, so you shouldn’t bother me either’.

This was a pervert-to-pervert eye contact communication. Words were unnecessary between two of our kind. The problem was that we just weren’t on the same level. Her demand was feeble in front of my infinite libido.

I continued my approach, and she seemed bewildered that I didn’t obey her. No matter. I walked until I was right next to her, dropped to my knees, and lifted her pelts. I could now see her hand over her slit, and her vagina itself, moist in her arousal. Her cute lips were begging for stimulation while her small clitoris stood hidden at the top, like a queen in its castle, overseeing the operations underneath, right under a small patch of brown forest.

Wordlessly, I approached my head toward paradise, removed her hand from the sacred place, took my tongue out, and gave her a big lick from top to bottom. She didn’t resist in the least, in a very classical fashion of women in this world. Instead, my gesture made her shiver a little.

Sensing that she didn’t completely hate it, I buried my head further inside and started to eat her teenage pussy good. She had a similar taste to my mother but lighter, as if a wine that hadn’t had time to mature yet. I drowned into her sweet fluids, my penis hard as rock due to the exciting situation. Finally, after all these years, my quiet sister would become part of my sexual games.

Funnily enough, after a short while, Ursi seemed to accept the situation and placed her eyes in front of the hole again. I couldn’t see what was happening there, but judging by the man’s groans, he was already close to his release, pounding the woman freely.

Right after she started to indulge her voyeur fantasy again, her cunt increased its fluid production in response to her lust. Her hands, which had been idle after my appearance, resumed their job, one on each of her boobs, playing with her mounts, sometimes rubbing her nipples.

I sensed her lustful mood increasing in response to the man’s pleasure next door. The more he groaned, the more her body opened itself to the stimulation. Right as the man let a final loud grunt of bliss, ejaculating inside the woman, she reached her highest point, cumming under my tongue work.

Her cute twat twitched in orgasm, sending a wave of fluids straight to my mouth, which I gladly gulped. I continued to stimulate her to the end of her climax, waiting for her body to stop spasming in pleasure.

The duo in the other cave started to clean themselves up and prepared to leave, but we were far from done. Even after she cummed, I went on with my cunnilingus. Yet, her pussy was producing a lot less juices now, and I believed this was due to the loss of visual stimulation.

That wasn’t a problem. Each sexual problem had a solution. I pushed her upper body down, having her lie on her back. Then, I rotated myself until we were facing the opposite direction. I was on top, my head toward her feet, and she was under me, her head right under my legs. I swiftly removed my furs, showing myself in my birth suit.

Then, right in front of her eyes, I took my small dick in hand, and began moving it up and down the shaft, masturbating for her enjoyment. Her breath halted for a second, and I wasn’t certain whether my move had been correct. Yet, after a few seconds, I noticed her vagina released her sweet fluids with renewed vigor.

I knew I had her now and plunged once more into her pussy. From this position, I had direct access to her clitoris, and focused on it this time. My tongue ran over its protective hood, stimulating her bean in passing.

Even if she was a usually silent girl, I didn’t miss how her breathing deepened under the circumstances. After licking her a few times, I turned my head to see how she was doing.

Her eyes were glued to my cock and hand moving on top of it. Her face was slightly flushed, and it felt like nothing else registered in her mind except what was right in front of her. It was funny how differently she reacted from when we were bathing, since she had seen my member so many times before.

I returned to my work, circling her pea with my hardened tongue. I extended my hand toward the lower side of her cunny, seeking her engorged lips. I ran my fingers over them, sometimes penetrating her lightly, or rubbing the inner side of her labia.

She was now climbing toward her limit once more. Her body was slowly tensing up and I could feel her heavy breathing on my dick. Right before she rose to the last step, she did something I didn’t expect. I suddenly felt something wet on my balls, together with a lewd noise of flesh being sucked. I realized she had taken my balls into her mouth, licking and engulfing them with all she had.

What a pleasant surprise! The sudden increase of pleasure forced me to release a groan of joy. I accelerated the movement of my hand over my dick while I bullied her clitoris to the maximum. Her body began trembling again, and I knew she was close. To finish her, I covered her bean with my lips and sucked strongly on it, which ended up being too much for my sister.

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With a low huff, her waist rose orgasmically as she reached a powerful climax. Her pussy twitched in bliss, providing me with another wave of sweet fluids. She might have been more excited than before because her twitching lasted for several seconds, small moans escaping her lips.

The sole concept of making my sister reach such a high in pleasure finished me too. I came together with her, my hand rubbing my glans hard to improve the pleasure. Her mouth was still full of my balls, increasing the stimulation further.

We stayed in this position for a few moments, appreciating the pleasure rushing through our bones. Finally, she released my flesh to pant lightly, her hips touching the soil of the cavern again. I removed myself from her, sliding toward her lower body.

There was nothing like cumming together with an inexperienced voyeur teenage girl. One more cross in my checklist.

Ursi was still a bit out of it so I placed myself in the most interesting spot, in front of her vagina. It was still shivering a little, a small quantity of juices flowing out of it. I opened her lips with my fingers, witnessing her lewd flesh in its post-orgasmic state. It was pleasant to see how strings of fluids linked the left and right parts of her inner cunt, creating a nice erotic view. Her pleasured female smell also filled my nose, and I was hard again without doing anything.

However, my eyes focused more on a specific part of her insides. There was a thin membrane that separated her outer twat with the deeper reaches. Despite clearly pleasuring herself often, her hymen still stood untouched, maybe because she only usually touched herself externally, without putting fingers inside.

Come to think of it, she was fourteen this cycle. This meant that, from the next cycle, she would be considered an adult, allowing any man to mate with her. First times were still considered special even in this prehistoric world. Each cycle, our tribe would have around five children who needed to be “initiated”.

For boys, it was simple. They would designate experienced women to teach them how to mate. If the boy, who was now almost a warrior, had a preference, he could choose a specific woman for his first time.

For girls, it was a bit different. It seemed that even here, taking a girl’s first time was a bit exciting for men. As such, those who wanted to take a girl’s first time would volunteer for her initiation. From those, a hierarchy would be established based on their actual position in the clan. Stronger warriors were at the top, while newer or weaker ones were at the bottom. In other words, if the strongest warrior in the tribe wanted to deflower a girl, he was certain to get that right. As for lower-ranked warriors, they could only hope no one higher ranked aimed for the same girl.

Back to our current situation, all of this implied that some random dude would take my sister’s virginity soon. There was no way that was acceptable. If she had to lose it, it might as well be from me!

I checked my dick’s size, comparing it to the position of her virginal membrane. Good enough. Fortunately, I wasn’t that small in this world, and that still showed even at my age.

While Ursi was still recuperating, I decided to do the ultimate move a man could do: combo dual losing of one’s virginity! Don’t be upset, Ursi, because I’m giving you my first time too!

I aligned my waist to her crotch, opened her legs wider, and positioned to tip of my cock right in front of her naughty hole. There was no need to hesitate. I wasn’t that kind of pervert.

With one large thrust of my hips, I inserted myself into her, tasting a woman’s pussy for the first time of my life. I pierced her hymen in one go, not leaving her the time to react to my act.

“Ah…! Ack…!”

Right as my sister groaned in pain, I felt the exact opposite sensations. Her wet and warm flesh extraordinarily enveloped mine, pulsating around me, and the sole idea of penetrating a girl for the first time would have made me come if I hadn’t done so barely a minute before. My tool felt the best there, and I wanted nothing more than to stay like this forever, with her contracting cunt stimulating me.

Ursi raised her upper body to check what was going on, and her eyes widened when she saw I was mating with her. She froze again, pain in her expression, and was unsure about what to do. I still didn’t want to break the charm by talking, so I used perverted gaze communication again.

I first made eye contact with her, glanced at the hole in the wall, back at her, and then at our point of connection. I did this a few times until realization appeared on her face. My meaning was simple.

The voyeur act that excited you so much before is now being done to you. You can be a voyeur of yourself!

She shook at this great philosophical revelation. In my previous world, this was called point of view sex, something a great many people enjoyed. Her breathing accelerated again as arousal soon replaced the pain of her deflowering. It also probably helped that she didn’t feel that hurt from the coitus since I wasn’t very big yet.

Ursi’s gaze dropped as she focused on the part where I was penetrating her, her face flushing with excitement again. Now that she was more stable, I slowly started to move inside her. Damn did it feel amazing! Her folds squeezed me on each passage while her walls released another wave of warm pussy juices, lubricating our act. I was now having sex for the first time in two lives, and the elation was just as great as when I went down on my first pussy ever.

With a lewd squelching sound, I increased the pace of my strokes inside her horny cunt.

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I was now truly fucking a woman’s sex. Far from masturbation, a level above oral, and the step right after penetration. I moved my waist wildly, pounding her tight pussy with all I had. The rush of pleasure applied to us both as we experienced the first mating of our lives.

I tried to push my little penis as far as possible inside her hole while she remained passive, the way she learned from her voyeurism. This was also something I would need to teach these prehistoric women, but now wasn’t the time.

The feeling of her lewd flesh around my penetrating boner was just too good. After a specific thrust, her cunt contracted around me by reflex, and that pushed me over the top. I cummed into her twat with a groan of pleasure, shivers running through my spine. My sex tried hard to send non-existent sperm inside her, to no avail.

She noticed my orgasm because hers followed right after. With a light moan of pleasure, her already thigh sex squeezed me even further, her climax accompanied by yet another wave of warm female fluids.

We enjoyed our almost simultaneous climaxes together, our trembling bodies mixing into one. Her medium-sized boobs wriggled erotically every time she spasmed, forcing me to come even longer.

When we were done, I stayed inside her warmth while plopping myself onto her chest. I put my mouth on one of her nipples and suckled on it, appreciating her light and slightly sweaty taste. As if in reflex, she put a hand over my head and caressed my hair, watching me sucking her boobs wordlessly.

Once our breathing returned to normal, we cleaned ourselves silently and went back to the common cave. From start to finish, we hadn’t exchanged a single word, which felt like a fresh experience.

This was how I lost my two lives' worth of virginity. I hadn’t planned to lose it like that, but that was fine. It was better to take life as it went and ride the flow of events.

From then on, whenever Ursi and I were in the same cave and she noticed a man taking a woman for mating, she would stare at me for a long time before following them. I would do the same, meeting her in front of the hole. There, I would fuck her pussy while she would watch the man mate with the woman. She soon grew addicted to our fun, to the point that, after some time, she didn’t even go watch them if I wasn’t able to accompany her.

Time passed quickly, and I was now eight. During combat training, we started to use stone spears more often. Even if we were injured, there were shamans in the clan who could heal us, so that wasn’t a big issue.

The main problem was the stone spears themselves. Their durability was just too abysmal! Here we were, warriors and warriors in training, throwing those spears with force far surpassing what a normal human could do. These spears were just a sharp stone attached to a wooden shaft with solid vines. There was no way they would resist anything we did to them.

Of course, the main idea was to propagate our magical energy to the spears and allow them to be much more powerful than otherwise. However, we younger ones were still far from being able to do so. And then, even if we did, that didn’t stop the spears from breaking anyway, just like how it happened during warrior Kalam's annual demonstration. No matter how I saw things, the spears were just too fragile. The problem was that these spears were the state of the art in the clan’s technology. There was nothing better! Some warriors even boasted about finding slightly stronger stones or vines for their spears and whatnot, which always made me want to cry.

On top of that, this forced the women to continuously produce stone spears for us, which was an incredible loss of time and efficiency.

I thought hard and harder about this problem, analyzing it from all angles. Obviously, finding stronger stones or vines was ridiculous. It was like getting a five percent bonus durability to your weapon when you needed at least a one- or two-hundred percent increase.

As someone from a much more modern era, the solution was “simple”. Of course, we needed to use better materials, like metal, for example. The real issue was that we didn’t have any, and even if we did, we wouldn’t know what to do with them. Smithing didn’t even exist in this ancestral world. Material transformation was in its most infantile state, where creating clothes from pelts was nothing short of a technological miracle.

It didn’t help that shamans and magic existed. For example, no one really knew how to start a fire without magic. And why would they? A bit of fire magic did the job in a matter of seconds.

Eventually, an idea came to my mind in the middle of a sexual lesson. As expected, sex was always the answer. Right as Ursi came from my cock, she scratched the ground of the cave, leaving a mark there. At that moment, a flash of inspiration I didn’t know I possessed flowed back from somewhere unknown. Weren’t metals coming from the earth in the first place? And wasn’t I precisely an earth shaman? Maybe I could use magical energy to extract metals from the earth? I heard somewhere that the soil and rocks were full of metals. Wouldn’t it be even truer in this world that was completely unexploited for its resources?

Right after Ursi and I helped finish cleaning each other’s sexual organs, I excitedly ran to an isolated place to start my experiments. Where I was didn’t matter too much since the ground was everywhere. I just wanted a bit of quiet. If I were to appear in some of the common caves, there was a good chance I would be taken by one of my three sexual partners for some more sex. And I never refused to teach them more about the topic, as a matter of principle.

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Alone in a corner of the cave system, I focused on my task. First, I had to find where the metals were in the ground. The good thing about magic was that it worked through one’s will. As such, I only had to order.

Earth, tell me where there is metal.

I received a strange feeling in response. If I were to translate it into human language, it would be something like: ‘error, command unknown’. I tried a few times but always got the same result.

I barely started and ran into a problem. Could it be that the earth and magical energy didn’t know what to do? Or that they didn’t understand what metals were? Or that I wasn’t precise enough?

I tried again, this time focusing on my mental image a lot more. Metals, hard minerals that can be forged into hard tools. Part of the earth and rocks. Can be mined or extracted. Can melt if the temperature is high enough.

The more details I gave, the more I felt like they started to understand what I was talking about. It was a strange feeling, almost as if they were a conscious being or a large sentient entity. Eventually, we reached a consensus, and my command was activated. A sort of mental image of the surroundings came back, in a large radius area corresponding to my magical power capacity, where spots of metal were marked here and there. As expected, they were everywhere, colored differently depending on what I guessed was the type of metal.

My mind pinpointed the one closest to me, and I gave another order.

Earth, extract this patch of metal for me.

This time, the answer was immediate. I “saw” the patch of metal moving quickly in my direction, and, soon enough, it jumped out of the ground to form a pile in front of me. It was a mix of dark grey solid and powder-like metals. I wasn’t too certain what type of metal it was, but it looked like iron… or maybe aluminum?

Anyway, this was a huge success. It didn’t even consume that much magical energy, maybe because it was close by in the first place.

The next step was the critical one. I had to transform this pile of raw ore into something useful. I could see that it was far from being pure metal in the first place. Both the powdered part and the hard one were mixed with a lot of soil, rocks, and whatever else, making for a very inconsistent mix. I wasn’t certain how blacksmiths or smelters normally refined metals, but I didn’t have similar constraints.

Earth, refine this into pure metal.

Which, of course, completely failed. Just like before, I gave a lot more details. Extracting metal particles from other elements. Separating molecular components. Purification.

In return, I received… complete silence. Finally, after a while, what I got was something like: ‘never heard about something like this. Are you sure you want to proceed?’

It might be that I was the first shaman to ever think about the concept. And yes, I wanted to proceed. With this last command, I observed as magical energy was extracted from me aplenty, moving toward the pile of metals, and breaking them down into fine particles. Then, a small whirlwind appeared and several piles were created, from which I could recognize a few. There was, of course, one made of soil, and one made of fine metal particles. The others were more unsure, but I thought one might be organic elements, while I didn’t know about the rest.

It didn’t matter. I now had my pile of pure metal in front of me. This step consumed a lot more magical energy than I expected. Was this the price to pay for trying something new? I could only hope the consumption would stabilize with more experience.

The last step was the only one left. I needed to transform this pure metal into something useful. I could see two possibilities. I could either use magic or I could build a forge. I tried the first method first.

Earth, create a spear out of this pile of metal.

I added a lot of visual enhancements to it. A solid tool, with a pointy head and a long handle. Condensing and melting the particles into that form. A shiny, solid tool that would last for a long time.

However, I kept getting back the same response: ‘error, impossible.’ I tried again and again, but it wouldn’t do it. When I forced it anyway, the particles stuck together in the form of the spear I imagined, but that was it. As soon as I released my magical energy, they fell back to the ground in a pile.

I wasn’t completely certain why it didn’t work. If I had to guess, it might be because this was outside of earth’s capacity. Maybe because melting was more the domain of fire instead.

Whatever the reason, I understood magic wasn’t omnipotent and wouldn’t solve all my issues. There was only one option left: forging it myself. That would have to wait for another day, though, since I felt tired due to using my magical energy so much. It wasn’t a bad thing since I still had to deplete my reserves every day. I just wanted to take a break.

The following day, my motivation surged again. With my power over earth, building a forge wouldn’t be anything hard. The only problem was where to install it. As an apprentice warrior, I didn’t own anything. To be exact, no one truly owned much in this prehistoric world. Most things were shared property of the tribe. The only exception was what one wore, meaning items such as pelts, furs, and weapons. Even the beddings were shared property, with people being assigned where there was room without any actual ownership of the personal spot.

I would need to make a small change to that. I needed somewhere that would only be mine, and that other clan members couldn’t interfere with.

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I knew a few such potential spots. The series of caverns was large and in depth. Despite our tribe being strong with several hundred people, there were still deep caves that weren’t used for anything. I made my way to one such cave with a torch in hand since it wasn’t even lit.

Earth, excavate a tunnel.

Right as I ordered it, the soil started to move at the end of the cave. I created a small hole, big enough for me to pass, and tunneled through the ground, vertically for a few meters, and forward after that. I jumped into it when it was done and moved forward like that for around twenty meters, reinforcing the walls with the earth I had extracted.

There, I blew a hole toward the ceiling, continuing until I could see the sky. From there, I dig another cave upwards, with the soil being sent outside through the hole. It took more effort than anything I had ever tried, since I was planning to build a decent-sized secret area.

For several hours, I dug again and again, using much of my magical energy reserves. Finally, a large space was generated, with a diameter of around ten meters. This was where the forge would be built, with the hole in the ceiling’s future purpose to let smoke escape and not poison the limited space’s air.

Exhausted, I stopped there for now. I went through the tunnel once more, putting the disturbed earth back over the hole like it was before, or as close as I could, to act as camouflage. I doubted many would come to this place, but even if they did, they would have no reason to dig the ground in that specific spot. As for me, I could simply use a bit of magic every time I came to cover and uncover it. This was the best secret base I could think of currently.

The following day, I began to build the forge itself. I had zero knowledge related to the domain except what I had seen in movies and the like, so it would be a lot of trial and error. Not that it mattered, I was young and had plenty of time before my adulthood.

For starters, I created something simple, like a sort of oven, with an earth extension and molds to put the metal grains in. Then, the only missing element was combustible. That part was a piece of cake for me, being an earth shaman, having control over plants. I cut some wood in the forest, dried it with magic, and done.

The melting part was the tricky one. It goes without saying that I failed, and not a bit too. I failed again and again, so many times that I almost gave up on several occasions. The fire wasn’t hot enough, the metals weren’t the correct ones, the mold was melting faster than the metals, and so on. Each time I fixed a problem, another one popped up. It was no wonder. I was creating technology from scratch, with my only crutch being the knowledge that it was possible.

Eventually, I got some moderate results. I used a certain mix of metals, I switched my earth mold to clay and ceramic ones, and I modified my forge design to capture the heat better.

My first success was a blob of melted metals in a form that more or less resembled a spear. I jumped in joy to finally get some result and plunged it into water, like I had seen it done so many times on TV. The almost exploding fuming of hot metal meeting cold water made my heart beat with joy. To think I would experience something like this in my life. I could understand why people wanted to become blacksmiths back in my previous world. That was truly something, even though the process to achieve this was gruesome.

The final result was subpar, no matter how I looked at it. The form hadn’t held correctly, and there were weird bumps and angles here and there. When the spear was cold enough, I took it in hand to test it. I struck it against a stone spear, full of anxiety, but was reassured that it didn’t immediately break. After a few more trials, I noticed it was quite sturdy, actually, much more than the stone spear. That part at least was a success.

But the greatest surprise was when I tried to channel some magical energy into the weapon. It flowed smoothly through its length, covering it effortlessly, as if it were made for that purpose. That revelation made me cheer loudly. As it turned out, not only was it a lot sturdier than a stone spear, but metal was much more conductive of magical energy. This was big, very big. Judging by the amount of magical energy running through the weapon, it was on par with a novice warrior, even though I was just an apprentice who hadn’t even gone on my first hunt yet.

This was a discovery that could change our clan from the bottom to the top. If we could provide metal weapons to all warriors, we could dominate the region and other tribes effortlessly. Even hunting would become much easier, and survival rates would surge.

However, only someone extremely stupid or naïve would do so. The tribe’s success wasn’t my success, far from it. In fact, as long as we weren’t exterminated, that was fine by me. By now, I had very little delusion of my future status in the tribe.

Warriors were at the top, but even they had a strict hierarchy. They were divided into hunting groups, each with a varying degree of influence within the tribe.

And that was the issue. The groups in the warrior apprentice training mirrored those groups. Which meant, apprentices part of a group would automatically join the corresponding hunting group when they came of age.

I, who was excluded from all groups, would never be able to join any hunting group in the future.

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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.”

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She looked around at the women listening to her carefully, glad for the attention.

“After many trials, I understood I didn’t like being so passive, during mating, but also in my life in general. I tried to be more active during mating, but the men hated it and told me to stay still. Everyone, didn’t you ever feel it was unfair how men used us for their pleasure, but we got nothing in return except obedience?”

The gallery looked at her like they didn’t know what she was talking about. Unbothered, she continued.

“I know the men risk their lives hunting beasts to provide food for the tribe, but aren’t we also contributing a lot to the clan with our work? Frankly, the tribe wouldn’t function without us, you know that, right? Plus, it’s not like it’s completely safe either when we go to the forest.”

A few women hesitantly nodded while the concept didn’t seem to register well with the others. Could it be that this elder was the first feminist in the world? Born a few million years too early, maybe, but still, that was huge. She should go into history books!

She turned her head back to me.

“Anyway, back to the topic. I see that you’re willing to try new things, young Keon. Are you interested in a woman who would be more active during mating? I know you’re not mating yet, so let’s say mating-like acts.”

This was an unnecessary question. Whether she was active or not didn’t matter at all. I was interested in all women, period. Plus, she was called elder but she was no different from a milf, or perhaps an early gilf. Even though this world had better sanitation than prehistoric times from my previous world, life expectancy still wasn’t that high. People didn’t live that long here in general.

I took a better look at her. With short black hair and black eyes, she looked quite intense, an appearance she used to quiet girls during her teachings. She was slim, with very few curves, but still looked very much in shape. Just like my mother, her pussy was hidden behind a forest of pubes, while her small breasts sagged a little due to her age.

“Gul gul gul gul gul! Yes. Very interested.”

For the first time, her stern expression softened slightly, replaced by a genuine smile.

“Really? Are you certain?”

“Yes, I am.”

“That’s good. Very good. You don’t know how long I’ve been waiting for such an opportunity. Ah, I almost forgot.”

She grabbed the arm of her friend again.

“Ducat here is also a bit different from the norm. She’s interested in trying new things, too.”

“How’s she different?”

“She’s my contrary, in a way. But I should let you explain, Ducat.”

The kind-looking elder smiled bashfully before speaking.

“It might sound weird, but I’m… well, I’m one of the few women who likes mating with the tribe’s warriors.”

This surprised a lot of women here, one of them even immediately asking.

“How’s that possible? It doesn’t hurt you? Are you doing something special?”

The elder shook her head.

“It’s not like that. It hurts for me too, but… that’s what’s good. Somehow, I don’t mind when it’s hurting. Maybe… I like it a bit.”

Everyone except me and elder Fevalto stared at her, unbelieving.

“No way? Are you serious?”

“How could you like it?”

“If it hurts, it hurts? How could that be enjoyable?”

Under the assault of questions, elder Ducat looked a bit embarrassed but still tried to answer as best as she could.

“I don’t know either. I think I’m weird. I cried a lot when I was young, you know? Because I thought I was different. I hoped this would go away when I grew older, but it never happened. Also, when I saw how much everyone else hated mating, I believed I was just a bit lucky.”

It was my turn to ask a question.

“Elder, if you like mating with men of the tribe, why would you come to me?”

She looked even more embarrassed now.

“That is… I like it, but it’s not all good. It’s too… huh, too short, too quick. Just when I start feeling good, the men come inside and they’re done. I’m always left disappointed in the end.”

“Oh…”

So after the unhappy feminist, it was an unsatisfied masochist. My collection was growing well. Elder Ducat’s appearance was very different from that of her friend. With long red hair and green eyes, she gave a feeling of safety and kindness. She was plump, with round forms everywhere. Her pubic hair was sparse, showing a massive clitoris, which wasn’t hidden behind protective skin, and a well-used darkened cunt. Her breasts were large, on par with those of my mother, sagging deeply, and I couldn’t wait to play with them.

“I understand. You’re very welcome to try new things with me. I won’t disappoint you.”

She gave a bright smile.

“Really?”

“Really.”

“I’m glad. I’m looking forward to it, Keon, dear.”

Elder Fevalto nodded, looking pleased with the outcome.

“No need to delay. What about right now, Keon?”

A wave of excitement pulsed through my body.

“Sure! That sounds great.”

“Can I start?”

“Of course.”

“Perfect. I’ve thought a lot about what to do, and I know what I want to try first. Can you lie down on your back?”

I did just so, in a shallow part of the basin. The woman walked to me until her groin was right on top of my head, one foot on each side of my torso. She then dropped her waist, and I understood what she was trying to do. As expected, she was different from the others. To think she would immediately go for face sitting! How marvelous!

“Ready?”

I nodded, and she continued to drop her hips until her black pubic hair came into contact with my skin. A few centimeters more and my mouth was touching the best spot, her mature gilf pussy.

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It smelled different from what I had experienced so far, stronger and more developed.

“Hurry up and lick me.”

Even the way she urged me was unlike a normal woman, but it only aroused me more. I took my tongue out and gave a large lick across her length, noticing she was still dry. Just as I thought she had hurried things too much, she began rocking her waist over my face, humming in joy.

“By the spirits! This is it! This feeling of control! This is what I’ve been looking for all this time!”

Together with her euphory, her twat released its first drops of wetness, which were quickly lapped by me. Just like her smell, it was strong, fermented, and highly erotic. This was the best, exactly what I hoped a gilf should be!

Horny like never, I attacked her cunt whenever it passed by my mouth as she ground her slit on me, using my facials feature as masturbation material.

“Elder! I think you’re hurting my baby!”

My mother hurried closer, worried about me, but elder Fevalto wasn’t about to stop what she experienced for the first time.

“He’s fine! This is nothing a future warrior can’t take.”

“But… Huh… Keon, are you all right?”

Of course, it was nothing but a dream come true for a pervert like me. I lifted the butt over me slightly to answer her, giving her a thumbs up in passing, even though she wouldn’t understand the gesture.

“Totally fine, Mom! Don’t worry! Can you suck my dick, please?”

“Oh… Is that so? Of course, leave it to me, darling.”

I sensed her moving toward my lower body when a voice interrupted her.

“Please let me do it, Aeth.”

“Elder?”

“I want to try it. Is that fine?”

“If you say so. Go ahead.”

The women quickly negotiated the fate of my cock, with the second gilf winning the prize. A few seconds later, I felt her hand over my shaft, warm and slightly wrinkled. Just like my overall size, my tool has grown nicely over the years. It was far from its final form, but it wasn’t negligible either.

Elder Fevalto grew impatient and crushed me again with her pussy, pushing me to groan happily, my penis twitching in bliss. I quickly inserted my tongue deep inside her cunt, with made her moan, before she resumed moving on top of me, my appendage regretfully getting ejected from her depth.

This unfortunate event was compensated for by the other side. Elder Ducat ran her hand over my length, slowly masturbating me with unsecure movements.

“Like this?”

It was clear she had never done it, just like all women except my mother and Libes. Speaking of those two, they quickly came to guide the older woman.

“Yes. You can do it with more force, he’ll like it.”

“Don’t forget to stimulate the tip, that’s the best part.”

Under the coaching, elder Ducat grew more confident, jerking me with a lot of enthusiasm. My pleasure increased swiftly, together with elder Fevalto’s exhilaration.

“Mhmm! This feeling of dominance over a man! It feels so good! I’ve been missing out on so much, not trying it earlier!”

Her pace increased as she climbed toward her bliss. As for me, I tried to lick her whenever I could, sometimes even licking her skin, or her asshole, if she went too far in one direction or the other. I couldn’t care less about any of that, just trying to enjoy the situation to its maximum.

Soon enough, the mature woman focused her clitoris on my nose and rubbed it there with some precise back and forth.

“Oh, yes! So good! I’m going to orgasm on top of a man’s face! Mhmm! Ah! Aaaahhhh!”

With a final larger shout, she cummed over me, her body shivering in ecstasy. To help with her pleasure and since she wasn’t moving anymore, I hardened my tongue and thrust it into her pussy as far as I could, spearing her with my appendage.

“Oh…! Yeeesss!”

This seemed to have done the trick because she climaxed even harder, a large wave of dirty mature fluids flooding my tongue and mouth. This moment also spurred my limit, as I cummed in elder Ducat’s hand, my dick spasming euphorically many times in her warm embrace. There was just nothing like eating a gilf’s pussy while cumming with the help of another gilf. That’s what I was living for!

Elder Fevalto finished orgasming and exhaled lengthily, sounding very satisfied. She removed herself from me and examined my face, her eyes flashing with approval.

“Look at him. His face is full of my fluids. I can’t believe I did something like this. That’s what I was missing all these years! Thank you, Keon, you were exactly what I hoped for, and more.”

She looked around at the women surrounding us, but most didn’t seem to understand the greatness of her act. Some looked even guilty about my state, fidgeting anxiously.

I waited for a couple of seconds, appreciating my climax to the end, before answering.

“You’re welcome. And thank you, elder Ducat. It felt amazing.”

Elder Ducat smiled gently.

“I’m glad I managed to do it well since it was my first time.”

Elder Fevalto noted our exchange and went to her friend again.

“Are you still doing fine, Keon? Can you handle Ducat?”

She didn’t forget to share the good things. I nodded firmly, my dick already resurrecting at the prospect.

“Of course. What do you want me to do?”

The older woman hesitated for a moment, but still opened her mouth eventually.

“Ideally, I would like you to mate with me, that is, violently, but since you’re too young... Hmm…”

She didn’t seem like she knew what could be done, but there was no need to worry. She had an expert in front of her, after all.

“Elder, I think I understand what sort of things you’re interested in. Can you leave it to me? I will try to satisfy the deep cravings that other men never could.”

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She looked at me with some hope.

“Should I? You’ve always been the smartest child, Keon.”

I nodded and came closer to her. Unfortunately, she, just like all the adults here, was still taller than I was. It worked with the situation, though. I tried to adjust my tone to sound severe.

“On your knees, now.”

She was startled, but soon obeyed, trusting me. Her head was now slightly lower than mine, forcing her to look up, which was perfect.

“Take your tongue out.”

She hesitated for a moment but soon followed my order. It wasn’t like she hadn’t seen me doing such stuff with my mother and Libes before. Anxiously, her tongue came out of her mouth, and I didn’t let her wait. I immediately went for it, sucking her mature appendage into my jaws. She trembled in surprise, experiencing something she had never before, while I continued my movement into a kiss, assaulting her mouth.

Her saliva was both sweet and soft, and I enjoyed a new female taste in my repertoire. Her eyes were wide as she stumbled to respond to the intimate contact, her tongue being sucked inside her mouth, with me gulping her saliva greedily. Yet, this wasn’t the main point here.

As soon as I sensed her adapting to the situation, I bit her tongue a little, forcing her to groan painfully in our smooch.

“Urgh…!”

I didn’t go too strong at first, just a little to test the waters. Passed the initial bewilderment, her eyes filled with tears of surprise, pain, and a small amount of arousal. Next, I bit her lips. The upper ones at first, and the lower ones next. She trembled a little, the lust deepening in her eyes.

I did this for a few moments before separating from her. She panted hard, staring at me hungrily, her large, darkened nipples hardening in front of my eyes.

“Haah… Haaah… Haaah… Keon, you… You understand me.”

I smiled cruelly.

“We’re just getting started.”

She shivered, breathing hard. The movement of her large tits attracted my attention. That would be my next target. With both hands, I took hold of her now pointy nipples while she looked at me with a lot of anticipation. I pinched them a little, forcing her to moan, and then pulled toward me. Her already massive pair distorted in my direction, taking on a grotesque form, her sagging now replaced with more and more elongated flesh.

“Ack…! Haaah… Haaah… My chest… So good…”

Her eyes were now filled with lust, and I pulled harder until it became clear it was painful. Yet, her response was the opposite of that of a normal person.

“Ow…! Yes, Keon…! You understand…! Harder…! Pull harder…!”

Instead of doing as she asked, I moved unexpectedly. I reunified both boobs until her nipples touched one another and took both in my left hand. This freed my right hand, which I used to slap her knockers.

“Huh? Who are you to give me orders? You’re just a lowly woman, a dirty elder who loves pain!”

My words surprised everyone since they were very different from how I usually behaved. Yet, even more surprising was how elder Ducat reacted. Her eyes filled with tears again as she yelped in pain and pleasure with each slap.

“Ow…! Ouch…! I’m… I’m… I’m sorry…! Please… Please hit me harder…!”

“I said no orders, woman!”

“Ouch…! Yes…! I’m sorry…!”

I continued to slap her breasts under the astonished gazes of the gallery, all the while pulling strongly on her now reddened, elongated nipples. Elder Ducat started to shiver strongly, her eyes trembling in her orbits, her breathing rough.

“Ow…! Aahh….! Haaah… Haaah…! Ouch…! Yes…! I’m… I’m… Aaaaahhhhh!”

With one large moan of pain and bliss, her whole body jerked as she cummed, orgasming with only me playing with her breasts and some slaps. Her body convulsed strongly for some time, her vulva so wet that some drops were falling into the water. Her tongue was out as she shivered in ecstasy for a long time, appreciating her climax to its maximum.

When she was done, she lost strength in her limbs and slumped into the shallow waters, panting hard. She fixed her gaze on me, a mix of reverence and love, together with some amount of bewilderment.

“This was… so good… I can’t believe you understand me so well, Keon. You’re really the most intelligent child I have ever seen.”

“I’m glad you liked it. This is just a small sample of what we can do.”

This made her shiver again.

“Really?”

“Yes. I’m sure you can reach greater heights of pleasure. How are you feeling? Was I not too hard on you?”

She shook her head vehemently.

“Not at all. It was amazing. If anything…”

“Yes?”

She seemed embarrassed, but still went out with it.

“If anything, I want you to go even harder on me.”

She was an even bigger masochist than I thought. Who said prehistoric times were boring? These women were all the entertainment I needed. And yet, she wasn’t done letting out her feelings. She lifted her body and moved toward me on all fours.

“I feel strange. Somehow, I want to…”

She blushed before continuing.

“I want to make you happy.”

She didn’t express herself well because the idea didn’t exist, but I could translate it for her.

“Do you want to serve me?”

Her face lit up as if I had hit on the exact concept.

“Yes, that’s it! I want to serve you. I want to do what you say. And… the worse you ask, the better I feel it would be.”

I nodded sagely.

“I got it. Why don’t you lick my feet, to start with?”

She opened her mouth in wonder but soon happily ran on all four to her target.

“Yes! That’s exactly it! You understand!”

She lifted one of my feet out of the water and began licking it like a dog from my previous world. It felt ticklish, but more than this, the feeling of domination was incredible. I had this elder woman, many times older than I was, who was ready to do anything for me, and I didn’t lack ideas of stuff I could have her do!

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The women around us had two different reactions to what was happening. One group was trying to understand Ducat.

“Hey, try to pinch my nipples.”

“Like this?”

“Ow…! What, it just hurts, it doesn’t feel good at all!”

“Well, obviously.”

“I don’t understand elder Ducat.”

“Me neither.”

The rest looked at us with mixed feelings.

“Is it fine for an elder to behave like this toward a child?”

“Isn’t it too much?”

“Why is she doing this like it’s normal?”

It was elder Fevalto who interrupted them.

“And why not? Look, everyone. Can’t you see how happy she is? What about Aeth and Libes? Have you ever seen women so happy with their lives?”

“No, but still…”

“Have you never thought about this? Why should only men be happy? Don’t we women have the right to do things we like too? It’s only fair since we work so hard for the tribe.”

Some of the audience nodded in agreement while others didn’t seem convinced. Elder Fevalto truly was something else. To think someone advocating for women’s rights would appear in front of me, in a world and time where people didn’t even know how to start a fire without magic. That was so interesting.

Just like that, I acquired two new sexual partners, my collection growing nicely. Elder Fevalto ended up being quite the dominatrix, borderline sadist during sex, while elder Ducat was the exact opposite, getting happier the more she was blamed. The two made an incredible combination where I would dominate and get dominated at the same time, no doubt something few men would experience through history.

Time passed quickly. In between rounds of fun, I continued to work on forging weapons and armor for myself. Magic training was still the same, too, with me emptying my magical reserves every day. This was getting harder as time went on, since my reserves were very large now. I couldn’t be completely certain, but I thought I had enough magical energy to compare to an elite warrior by now.

Soon enough, Dyla and I became ten years old. This age was important for children, especially for boys.

For the girls, this marked a point where they would be taught the rest of the skills they were too young to practice before, like making spears or butchering beasts from scratch, as well as things about child rearing, for later.

As for boys, they were finally considered old enough to go on their first hunts. Of course, they wouldn’t participate actively. The plan was to be inserted into existing hunting groups and stay at the back, learning from the other warriors.

The two other boys my age were already part of training groups linked to hunting groups, so things were easy for them. They were seamlessly integrated into those groups and went out hunting. The problem was me. Even though warrior Kalam hadn’t done anything about it, he was still well aware that I was by myself all the time. As such, he grabbed me and went on a tour of the warriors' quarters in the caves.

Warriors usually lived together with their hunting group, eating, drinking, and sleeping in the same area. We went through several such places, but mostly met warriors shaking their heads.

“Who’s that kid? Alone? No way.”

“We don’t want him in our group.”

“We have nothing to teach him.”

The most influential groups instantly rejected me. We continued touring the less important groups, getting met with similar rejections, until two warriors recognized me. They were the ones who were guarding the grotto the day Libes got hurt by a beast.

“Aren’t you the one who hunted a Warek a few cycles back?”

“Ah, yes, it’s him, I remember.”

“That’s me, warriors.”

“Hmm… Okay, we’ll take you in. You have potential.”

“Really?”

“Yes. But, even though you managed to hunt a beast when you were still small, you still have to stay at the back and listen to us.”

“I understand.”

“Good. Hunting a Warek is great, but it’s nothing compared to a blessed beast. You should never grow arrogant. Even seasoned warriors can die from them.”

“I’ll be careful, warrior.”

“At least, you listen well. All right. I’m warrior Aldrui, the leader of this hunting group. We’re going on a hunt in two days, so be prepared.”

The group that had chosen me was far from being the best or the most influential. They were made of five warriors, who all looked average in terms of strength, with only the leader Aldrui seeming a bit stronger than the rest. Hunting groups had variable sizes, but that criterion wasn’t related to their influence. It was all about how powerful the warriors in the group were, especially the leader. And that made sense. The strength of the most powerful warrior in the group dictated both survival chances and what level of beast could be hunted.

I had gotten included in a below-average group, but I wasn’t about to complain. I only knew theoretical knowledge about hunting in this world, and I dearly needed practical experience. Even though I wouldn’t be part of the action, watching what others did would surely be extraordinarily helpful. Plus, I would be able to see the beasts for myself, something I could only randomly picture in my mind so far.

Two days later, I met with the five warriors at the entrance of the cave, everyone equipped with a bunch of stone spears in their hands or on their backs, including me. I wasn’t about to reveal my metal weapons in front of others. Warrior Aldrui inspected me for a moment before nodding.

“All right. Let’s go. Keon, you stay in the back.”

“Yes, warrior.”

We left the grotto and were met with the fresh air of early spring. We started walking straight forward quickly, as our leader explained.

“Our goal is to hunt two or three beasts. We can’t hunt more than this because we’ll need to carry them back to the cave. If three warriors have their hands full because they’re carrying the bodies, that only leaves two warriors to fight any potential beast, and that’s the strict minimum. Remember, Keon, you should always have at least two warriors ready to fight at any time.”

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