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In Days of Olde

By: Leetah



The forest was silent, save for the soft noises of small animals going about their business, and the occasional bird song. Two sets of eyes peered from the underbrush near the small settlement, waiting for the one person they had come to see, although she had no idea that anyone was watching her. They had been watching her for several months now, ever since they had first caught a glimpse of her by the river. She was the loveliest thing they had ever seen, and they had watched for her every day since that time. Their quiet patience was finally rewarded, as she stepped out of her small log home, closing the door behind her. She looked about, smiling in pleasure at the beauty of the day, completely unaware of what that smile did to the two silent watchers. Walking lightly down the path that led to the forest, her basket on her arm, she greeted her neighbors, then stepped into the cool green depths waiting for her, never knowing she was silently shadowed as she moved along. 

She moved through the forest almost as lightly as they did themselves, very sure of herself in the rich environment. They knew she loved nature and the outdoors as much as they themselves did, for she never missed an opportunity to be out of the house. They knew that she lived alone, and that she had lost her family the year before to influenza. They even knew her name was Charity, for they had heard her neighbors call to her at times as she passed. They knew that she had just passed her nineteenth birthday, for they seen the other settlers gather at her home with well-wishes on that day. That night, they had left a bouquet on her doorstep, the blond one keeping watch as the dark one laid it gently on her doorstep and knocked, then slipped away to join his companion. They would never forget the sweet smile that had lit her face when she had opened the door and spied the flowers there. 

That had been two weeks ago, and now, life went on as usual for the young woman. Today she was going into the forest to gather some herbs for medicinal purposes as well as for cooking. Her mother had taught her the properties of many of the plants that grew in the woods, and the knowledge had been very useful on a number of occasions. She would have to go a bit further today to find the sorrel and thyme that she was seeking, but she had no fear. There had been no raids or attacks in months on any settlements, and Charity felt safe beneath the tall trees. She paused sometimes, just to take in her surroundings, stopping to peek at a hidden wildflower, or taste a berry on a bush. Although she was lonely sometimes, for the most part, she felt quite content. Beside a small tributary of the river, she paused to rest, seating herself beside a fallen log, and leaning back against it, watching the water ripple by. 

Her two unseen shadows paused as well, their eyes riveted on the beauty beside the river. They meant her no harm whatsoever; they only wished to watch her and protect her, should she need it. They looked at one another and smiled. Two better friends and companions could be found nowhere. The two young men had been together all their lives, practically. They had lived in one of the settlements further upriver when they were only small boys of four and five. The dark one was the elder of the two, and the blond one followed him willingly, and always had. Their settlement had been attacked by a hostile raiding party, and almost all had been killed. The children and younger women had been taken, but these two boys had been playing in a cave they'd found by the river, and when all the commotion started, they had been frightened, and had stayed there, until all was quiet. When they went back to the village, they found it burning, and many dead bodies lying about. After they had finished weeping, they set off into the forest, after packing some provisions, to try to find help. They had not gone far, when they were found by some friendly Indians, who took them in, and adopted them. Since that time, they had lived with the tribe learning their ways and language, and practically forgetting the life they had come from. Their names from before were long forgotten as well, and the dark one had become Raven's Call, while the blond was known as Hawk's Flight.

They were handsome young men. Both wore their long hair in a single braid down their bare, tanned backs. Raven had eyes that matched his ebony hair, and he was slender yet muscular, his skin sporting a few tribal tattoos. Hawk had hazel eyes that sparkled with fun, and he wore hoops in his ears. His build was quite similar to his friend's, but he was a bit shorter. Both were slightly older than Charity, Raven being twenty-one, and the younger a year behind. They were clad only in deerskin loincloths and moccasins, and they looked magnificent. As always, the dark one carried his bow and arrows, and the blond his hunting knife. They were never without their weapons, just in case. The two were not only the best of friends, and blood brothers in fact, but also occasionally lovers. They enjoyed female flesh as well as the next man, but had discovered the joys of experiencing male flesh as well. To them, it was simply another way of expressing the deep love that they felt. Many men in their tribe were of the same opinion, and it was not frowned upon in the least.

Now, as they watched, Charity had become so relaxed as she rested, that the rippling water had lulled her into a doze. Her coppery hair spread about her head, falling over the simple white blouse that she wore, and her hands were clasped loosely in her lap, lying on the rough brown fabric of her skirt. Her pale skin took on a creamy hue in the rays of sunlight that snuck through the branches overhead, and her lips parted softly in a sigh. Her emerald eyes, with their dark lashes, remained closed, even when a twig snapped nearby, but the other two heads whipped up, instantly alert for trouble. When nothing happened for several moments, they began to relax, then suddenly several fierce looking warriors came into view. They stood, looking down on the sleeping girl for several moments, then one of them stepped forward quietly and knelt, lifting a lock of her hair, and grinning at the others. He said something in a low voice to the other four that caused a chuckle to pass through the group. Charity stirred slightly, then her eyes fluttered open, to behold the leering face above her. Eyes wide, her hand flew up to her lips, as she gasped. The men laughed again, eyeing her hungrily. In the underbrush, the two gripped their weapons tightly, but knew they could not hope to rescue the girl at the moment. There were too many of the men, and the girl was liable to be hurt if they tried.

The warrior kneeling beside the frightened girl smoothed his fingers through her hair up to her scalp, causing her face to turn white. He seemed to be admiring the thickness and color of her hair, but then he removed his hand from her head and stared down at her for several moments without moving. Charity was trembling from head to toe, as she waited to see what he and his companions would do to her. She had heard so many stories, and none of them were pretty. She felt as if his cold eyes were piercing her all the way to her bare skin. He tilted his head and then his hands snaked out and ripped her blouse in two, leaving her with only her cotton camisole covering her. Roughly he grabbed her breasts, and began massaging them, running his thumbs over her nipples savagely. Charity cried out in pain, but he slammed his mouth against hers to stifle her cry, working to get his hands beneath the cloth that covered her. She struggled, but was no match for him. He had her head pressed back against the log, so that she couldn't move her mouth from his, and his hands pressed her back against the wood as well. She felt as if she couldn't breathe beneath his weight. He lifted his mouth at last, still pawing at the cloth, and as she gasped weakly for air, he then proceeded to rip the camisole in half as well, exposing her bare breasts for all to see. Hungry eyes feasted on the pale globes, with their rose colored nipples and slightly darker aureoles. 

The man made a satisfied grunting sound, grabbing a breast again, and massaging. When Charity opened her mouth to scream, he clapped his palm against her lips, silencing her again. He gave a nod to one of the others, who stepped over, bringing with him a wide strip of supple hide. He bent over the girl and whipped it into her mouth as soon as the other removed his hand. Now she could scream herself hoarse, and no one would hear her. Leering at her, her tormentor moved and she saw that he was going to take her breast in his mouth. She screamed against the gag, and began to thrash, but it was hopeless. In moments, his lips closed over her right breast and he began to suck on it, his tongue working over her now hardened nipple. His hands went to her hips to still her movements, as he enjoyed the taste of her supple skin. He nipped her, then moved to the other tempting treat, sucking and licking it thoroughly as well. She was moaning now, tears streaming down her face, which he proceeded to lick off as well, when he had finished with her breasts. 

He spoke to the others, and the helpless girl could only lie there, her back rubbed raw against the log, as each warrior took his turn playing with her breasts. They caressed and kissed, licked and sucked, sometimes one at a time, sometimes two together, until they finally seemed to get their fill. In the underbrush, the two young men clutched their weapons in anger and frustration, and a slight bit of shame, for despite their devotion to the young woman, they both had rock-hard erections from the sight of the other men enjoying her sweet charms. Speaking sharply to the others, the first man knelt over her again, and proceeded to torture her one last time, taking each breast in his mouth and sucking hard, his teeth clamping on the sensitive nipples until she cried out again. When he removed his mouth, he reached out and jerked her to her feet, holding her steady, then at a motion from his head again, one of the others came over and yanked her skirt down to her ankles and she was lifted out of it. She began to kick her legs violently, but the huge man holding her arms shook her like a rag doll until she stopped. Now she was clad only in her petticoat and bloomers, and her shoes and stockings. All these things were quickly discarded as well, and she was left, held up in the air as naked as the day she was born, with a gag in her mouth, and her eyes bright with unshed tears. 

The warrior set her on her feet, grabbing her wrists and holding them out before her, to be bound with a deerskin tie. He tested the bonds to make certain they were tight enough, then slung his captive up over his shoulder, smacking her bottom sharply when she attempted to struggle again. The others gathered up her clothing and basket, and took care to smooth over the grass so that in moments, there was no trace that Charity or anyone else had been there. Now the silent shadows followed the girl and her captors, hoping they might be able to rescue her later that night, when the men stopped to make camp. It would not be easy, but they were determined to at least try. Her fate would not be pleasant, should she remain with her captors. Their tribe was very vicious and treated their women quite badly, and any captives even worse. They would take her virginity and use her until they tired of her body, then they would sell her to another tribe or in a worst case scenario, offer her as a sacrifice to the gods. 

As for Charity, she could scarcely believe what had happened. The day had started out so lovely, and now she was a captive, to be used and tormented in who knew what ways? She was seated on the warrior's horse, in front of him, naked and with her legs spread on either side of the horse, in a most unladylike fashion. The man kept running his free hand all over her body, teasing her breasts, sliding over her throat, and moving down her stomach to her pelvic bone. The movement of the horse's body between her spread thighs felt strange and caused a tingling in her body that she wasn't sure how to deal with. It made it difficult for her to think clearly, which she needed to do if she was going to escape, before they did anything worse to her. If only someone knew where she was being taken, and could help her. She knew that had to be an impossible thought, but she couldn't help hoping anyway. Maybe someone had chanced along and had seen what was going on, but knew they would never be able to defeat these fierce men, so they had gone to get help. Even now, perhaps they were being trailed. Even as she thought this, she knew just how unlikely the scenario was. She was shaken from her thoughts momentarily, when the warrior's finger slid between her open legs and the horse's body, and moved into her most intimate place. She gasped at his boldness and tried to squirm away, but he simply pushed another finger in to join the first, and then let the motion of the horse do the rest. Charity felt moisture flood her nether lips, as a new sensation swept through her. She felt as if she were on the brink of a discovery of some sort, but she wasn't certain what, then suddenly he withdrew his hand and she heard him slurping on his fingers. 

Stalking Panther could scarcely believe his luck when he and his men had come across the treasure he now had sitting before him on his mount. Completely alone, and breathtaking, there she lay, as if the Gods themselves were pleased with the raid he and the others had made. If he was any judge of women, and he was, this one was pure and untouched, judging by the way she tried to squirm away from his advances. How he loved tasting her sun-warmed skin, and the salt of her tears. Her fear was delicious to him, and made any conquest all the sweeter, in his opinion. He intended to terrify his pretty prey as much as he could before taking her innocence. He felt his arousal grow at the thoughts of what he could do with such a body. He would allow all the men at camp to molest her thoroughly, without taking her virginity. From the taste and smell of things, she was easily aroused, and that would make it all the better, for with her being unexperienced, she wouldn't know what to make of the feelings that swept her, and she wouldn't be able to resist, try as she might. He ground his cock into her bare bottom, and slid his hand between her thighs again, wanting another taste of the nectar that pooled between her soft nether lips. He felt a tiny sob shake her as he plundered her with his fingers, careful not to dig too deep. He wanted to make her a woman with his cock, not his fingers. He teased her clit, feeling her shudder, but not letting her reach the climax that she didn't even know she needed. 

Meanwhile, the two shadows moved along behind the horses, ever vigilant. They watched as the leader molested their Charity, and again, felt the shame of their incredible lust for her, mixed with anger at her terror. They both knew if they could find a way, all these warriors would be dead for ever laying a finger on the innocent girl. For now, all they could do was move silently, following the men. They knew that these few would stop somewhere before nightfall, probably not planning on traveling to their home until the following day. They hoped they might get a chance that night to rescue the maiden, as it would be their best opportunity. Once these men joined their tribe, there would be far too many people around for them to be able to save her, at least while she was still untouched and unbroken. They tried not to let their anger get the best of them, knowing if they did, mistakes could happen, and that could mean all hope of rescuing their lady would be gone. Charity's soft moans and sobs pierced their hearts, but they steeled themselves against emotion.

Charity was miserable from the ride and from the play of the warrior's hands over her tender skin. Her thighs were chafed and she ached all over, not being used to riding a horse, and particularly not astride. Her inner thighs felt sticky from sweat and the flood of moisture that his fingers had continued to force from her. He had gone so far at one point as to rub some of the wetness into her nipples, and now they felt a bit stiff and sticky as well. The man seemed to take great pride in not touching her for awhile, and then just as she was beginning to hope he had stopped completely, he would start again, caressing her breasts, pinching and tweaking her nipples, and then thrusting his fingers into her. Each time, it seemed to feel less invasive to her, and caused more of a feeling of expectancy and shivers of anticipation, but for what, she couldn't tell. At last, they seemed to be slowing, and she looked up with blurry eyes, to see them moving into a small clearing. With a final thrust of his fingers, the Indian pulled his horse up short, and waited for another brave to come over to him. He handed her down to the other man, who held her tightly against his body, grinding his crotch against her bottom and cupping her breasts from behind. The warrior leapt down and took charge of her once again, pulling her along behind him, and binding her to a tree. He pulled her arms around the tree, tying her wrists behind the trunk, then did the same with her ankles, so that only the tree was holding her up, and she was spread open. 

Stepping back, Panther admired his captive again. Her russet hair was a tangled mass, falling over her pale face and creamy shoulders, and her breasts were slightly red from all the caresses he had bestowed. She smelled of feminine arousal and fear, and he rubbed his crotch anxiously, then laughed at the new flash of fear that brightened her eyes. In his own tongue, he spoke to her, knowing she could not understand, and that it would make her more fearful yet. His voice low and husky, he said "Oh, little Flower, how you will unfold for me, and for my men. You shall know many men in the most delightful ways...at least for us. For you, they might not be so delightful..." He chuckled again, then leaned in and pressed his lips to her neck, nibbling her skin softly. "I cannot wait to thrust into you, to feel you tighten around me, to spill my seed deep inside you...." Abruptly, he moved away from her, to help the others set up camp, leaving her shivering again.

Charity had no idea what he had said to her, but she knew it couldn't be to her benefit. She tried to struggle against her bonds, but they were too tight, and she was too weary. None of them were paying any attention to her for the moment, but she knew that couldn't last. She let her head droop, and fell into a semi-doze, held up by the rough tree bark. Dimly, she heard the sounds of movement around her and smelled the smoke of a fire, and then food cooking. Her stomach growled, and she realized she was starving. Night was falling quickly, and the cool air touched her bare skin, making her shiver even more. She hurt all over, and her arms and legs had fallen asleep from the position they were in. She couldn't seem to lift her head, even when she heard footsteps coming towards her and then stopping. Her bonds were loosened, and she fell to the ground with a jar, making the men laugh cruelly. The warrior led her over to the bushes, indicating she could relieve herself, and watched as she did so, enjoying her discomfort. She was brought over to the fire and fed a bit and given a drink. As soon as she had finished, the warrior pulled her to her feet and led her to another set of trees. There, she saw a piece of cloth had been stretched between the trees, making a hammock of sorts.

Charity was shoved back onto the hammock and her wrists were bound above her head, one to each tree, and her ankles were bound the same way. Once again, she was spread apart, and her fear grew. They began to circle about her, chanting, and then one brave moved forward as the others continued to circle. He opened a clay pot and took out a thick substance, and began to slowly rub it onto her body, over her breasts, down her belly and over her thighs. He smeared it onto her throat and over her lips, and when a bit slid into her mouth, she realized it was honey. She felt his fingers slathering the sticky substance between her thighs, and then they all stopped chanting and looked down at her. Then, as if they were one entity, all the men leaned over, and began to lap the honey from her body, hungrily. Mouths and tongues moved over her throat, her breasts and downward. One was nestled between her thighs, sucking there. She struggled against them, and screamed into the night, and as she did so, they only seemed to become more aggressive.


In Days of Olde Ch. 02



Raven lay, quietly holding Charity, waiting for her to awaken. He thought of their journey the night before, silently moving through the forest, alert for every sound. They were careful to erase their trail, and it would be hard for anyone to discern where they had gone. When they felt that they had put enough distance behind them, after several hours of travel, they had scouted for a good place to rest. Hawk had located a small cave, the entrance covered over with low hanging bushes and vines, and he had quickly gathered leaves and supple branches to make a sleeping place for them to lie. As much as they hated to do so, they had gagged the girl, knowing she would be frightened when she awoke, and that she might call attention to them inadvertently. They could explain the matter to her in the morning. Both regretted that they had no clothing to offer her, but they would remedy that when they saw her safely home.

They had taken turns keeping watch at the mouth of the cave through the long night. Whichever young man was not on guard, lay with Charity, holding her close to keep her warm. Each could not help but be affected by her nearness and soft femininity as he held her, feeling the warm skin of her back pressing against his chest, and her silky hair sliding against his shoulder. Both were extremely careful not to take advantage of the situation, and kept their arms wrapped around her arms and waist, without touching any other part of her body. She slept deeply, completely exhausted from the events of the previous day, never stirring even when one slipped away and the other took his place. When the first light had come to the sky, Hawk had left the cave to find something for them to eat before they left for Charity's settlement.

Charity did not want to come to wakefulness, and she couldn't seem to remember why at first. Her body felt strange, aching and sticky, and then it all flooded back into her mind, and her eyes flew open. She was lying on the ground on a bed of soft leaves, in a cave that was well hidden beneath some low bushes, strong arms holding her tightly and a gag in her mouth. She began to struggle as best she could, fighting to get free, trying to cry out around the supple hide between her teeth, but the sounds were muffled. Her captor simply held her tightly, not harming her, but not allowing her any freedom of movement in the least, and finally she stopped, realizing the futility of her efforts. As soon as she became still, lips touched her ear gently, and a voice whispered, "All is well." Hearing her own tongue again, she relaxed, but only slightly, as she waited to see what would happen next. She suddenly realized that she was still without clothing, and that she could feel the warmth of this man's skin against her own. Still speaking scarcely above a whisper, he said, "I am going to release you now, but for your own safety, please do not run." She nodded, as she had little choice, having no idea where she was at the moment.

His arms slid from around her, and she felt him loosening the bit of deerskin in her mouth, until she could move her jaw again with ease. Charity sat up and turned to face the man that had been holding her. He was young, she saw, not much older than she herself she would guess, although there was a kind of ageless wisdom in his eyes. His hair was the color of night, and was braided down his back. She saw he wore only a loin cloth, as the natives did, but he appeared to be a white man, although deeply tanned. His dark eyes held her own, and she saw just how handsome he was. He was too polite to glance down at her nudity, but she could tell he was completely aware of that fact, as well as everything else about him, and she flushed with shame, and dropped her eyes. "Please, do not be troubled. You cannot help what has been done to you." His voice was calm and soothing, and she was able to meet his eyes again, although she placed her arms across her chest in a futile gesture to cover what he had already had ample opportunity to gaze upon.

"My companion has gone to get some breakfast for us, then we must move on. I am sorry we cannot provide you with clothing yet, but we will as soon as possible. I apologize for the gag as well. We feared you might cry out and alert the enemy to our hiding place." 

"Who are you?" 

"My name is Raven's Claw. My friend, Hawk's Flight, and I live with a friendly tribe not too far from your settlement. We were adopted by them as children, when our own was attacked and destroyed."

"You...speak English?"

"We have never forgotten the language of our birth, and our tribe speaks some English as well, as they trade with the settlers at times."

Charity took a deep breath. "My name is Charity Staunton. I thank you for rescuing me from....the others."

His gaze was steady, as he nodded. "You are welcome. I am sorry we were not able to come to your aid sooner."

Shocked, she gaped at him. "You....saw what happened then?"

"Unfortunately, yes. We were outnumbered and feared that you would be harmed if we had tried to stop the others."

"How did you find me?"

Raven paused, seeming to weigh his words before he spoke. "We.....were watching you. We have done so for quite some time, ever since we first caught sight of you." Seeing her expression, he hastened to add "We meant no harm to you, but only wished to protect you."

Charity was stunned by his words, and then anger surged forth. "You've been watching me. You watched while those....men.....did those terrible things. How could you do that?" Even as she said the words, she knew in her heart that he would have come to her aid sooner, had he felt that victory had been in his grasp. She watched as a muscle in his jaw clenched, the only betrayal of emotion that he was showing...until she looked into his eyes again. She saw sadness there, and knew that he was truly remorseful that he and his friend had not been able to save her the pain she had been through.

"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said that. I know you would have helped me, if you had been able. I am very thankful to be free now." She offered him a trembling smile, which he slowly returned. Suddenly, she seemed to think of something. "The two of you....you left the bouquet, didn't you?" A slight flush crept over his tanned skin, as he nodded. Before either could say anything else, the bushes were parted, and Hawk slipped into the cave to join them. Charity turned her gaze to him, taking in his appearance. He was young and handsome also, only much lighter in coloring than that of his friend. She smiled at him and received a quick, warm one in return. Hawk seated himself, and offered the others the provisions he had brought back, and they ate quickly. 

In their native tongue, Raven asked him if there had been signs of pursuit yet. The answer was negative, which was a relief, but did not mean that they were safe by any means. He quickly filled Hawk in on the brief conversation he and Charity had shared, and then, they prepared to leave. She had listened in silence to their almost musical language, enjoying the sound of the words. She did not fear what they might be saying, as she found herself trusting the two of them fairly easily. As they prepared to leave, Charity asked, "I don't suppose there's anywhere I might clean myself up a bit before we travel on? I feel...less than clean."

Sympathetically, Raven said, "I'm certain you do, but for the moment, we must ask you to refrain. We need to get you home as quickly as possible, for your own safety. If we find a safe place for you to so, you may wash then."

With a small sigh, Charity nodded in understanding. She could endure the feeling for a bit longer, since she was in no immediate danger any longer. Soon enough, she would be clean and dressed again. Raven took the lead through the woods, the girl following, and Hawk behind her. He couldn't help but watch the gentle sway of her hips and bottom as they moved silently through the forest, and his thoughts strayed to the sights of the night before, even as he remained alert for any trouble. He kept remembering the way she had felt in his arms the night before, so soft and tender. He longed to love her physically, and to share her with Raven. He wanted her to know that not all men were like those that had taken her prisoner. Sighing to himself, he followed them onward towards Charity's home.

Meanwhile, Panther had awakened a few hours before, immediately knowing something was not right. He left his tent, and automatically glanced over to the tree where their pretty captive was tied. She was no longer there. He blinked, and blinked again, making certain his eyes were not playing tricks on him, then saw the body on the ground. A fierce scowl clouded his face, and he let out a roar of anger, that caused the others to immediately appear. They moved over to stand beside him, watching their leader. He kicked the prone body lying on the ground, and turned his furious eyes to the others. "She is gone," he snarled. "Our pretty little bitch is gone, and this piece of filth could not even be trusted to stop her." He spat on the dead man, who would now be considered a disgrace to the tribe. When the men returned, the chief would be informed of what had happened, and his family would pay dearly. His wife and sister, the only family that he had, would now become sexual slaves to the other men. They would have all sorts of horrors forced upon them, simply because the brave had been killed while standing guard. "Leave him for the wild things to feast on. We must find out where our plaything has gone to." The brave was tossed into the woods without ceremony, and then they began searching for a trail. When they found nothing, Panther knew that she must have had help in escaping. 

Thoughtfully, he tapped a finger against his cheek, then a wicked gleam came into his eyes. "We will return to where we found the girl. She must live nearby, and most certainly will be heading for her home. We will pay them a visit first and see what we find." The men laughed, their blood racing with the idea of more murder and rape. It was what they lived for, and would bring them even more praise when they returned to their home. With wild cries, they mounted their horses and rode back the way they had come. 

Charity was growing more and more weary as they moved on. Raven and Hawk tried to set a pace that was not too uncomfortable for her, but they knew it was best to keep moving as much as possible. They stopped and ate again at midday, and found a hidden stream where the girl was finally able to wash herself, and at least feel a bit fresher for the moment. Although the water was chilled, she didn't care, as glad as she was to wash away the scents and essences from the previous day. She even dipped her head under and rinsed her hair clean, then stood in a patch of sunlight to dry off, unaware of what a picture she made, standing in the forest, nude beneath the trees, her coppery hair blowing in the breeze as it dried. The young men could not help but gaze at her out of the corner of their eyes, wishing things were different, and that she lived in their tribe. They allowed her to rest as long as they felt was safe, and then Raven urged them onward. 

At last, dusk fell, and Raven decided that they would have to find a place to camp for the night, and continue in the morning. They were fortunate enough to find another cave near a streambed, and they quickly prepared it for sleep, and crawled in. Charity was shivering, and Raven apologized for not being able to light a fire, but she understood completely. "Last night, we slept beside you to keep you warm, Charity," he told her. "With your permission, we will do the same tonight. One will stand guard, while the other lies with you. I promise, no harm will come to you." 

Too weary to care much, the girl simply nodded, and slid into the soft pile of leaves. Raven took first watch, so Hawk slipped in behind her, and in a moment she felt his strong arms pull her close. At first, it felt odd, but then she began to relax, feeling protected and warm. It was nice to have a muscular chest pressed against her back, and if she glanced over to the dim light of the cave's entrance, she could see Raven's silhouette, outlined against the sun's dying rays. Comforted, she slipped into sleep, not knowing how her very presence affected these two young men. Hawk pressed his nose gently against the crown of her head as soon as her breathing became even, and he knew she was asleep. She smelled of sunshine and freshness, and he held her even more closely, knowing that she would be home all too soon.

While Charity and her rescuers were bedding down for the night, Stalking Panther and his men reached the settlement. They waited quietly until night fell, and then slipped into the village, moving about without a sound, searching for the girl they had lost. Panther moved through the unlocked door of the first cabin he came to, hearing soft snoring from inside. Smiling wickedly, he made his way through the small home, finding only two bedrooms, one containing a sleeping couple, and the other, a beautiful blond girl. He made short work of the couple, slitting their throats before they even opened their eyes, then moved into the bedroom of the young woman. He studied her face for several moments, guessing her to be about the same age as their lost dove. Moving closer, he drew the bedclothes off of her body, revealing her nightdress. It had ridden up slightly, exposing her legs a bit, and he felt himself grow hard at the sight. 

She moved slightly in her sleep, apparently sensing something amiss, and he climbed onto the bed and straddled her. Her eyes opened slowly at the feel of his body atop hers, and then they went wide with terror and she opened her mouth to scream. He slapped a hand over her lips, and ripped the front of her gown with his free hand. Her breasts sprang into sight, her skin pale in the moonlight. Licking his lips, he leaned forward and took her entire right breast in his mouth, lapping at her nipple hungrily. She thrashed beneath him, which only served to fuel his hunger for her, and he moved his mouth to her other breast. She was clawing at him with her fingers, so he caught her wrists in his hand and held them above her head, never removing his mouth from her. He felt her nipple harden beneath his tongue, and he thrust against her. Now he heard screams from some of the other buildings, so he removed his hand from her mouth and moved it between their bodies, down to her crotch. Yanking at her underthings, he soon had them pulled down enough to expose her and he thrust his fingers into her, playing with her. She was shrieking in terror now, and he loved each sound. Sitting up, he looked down into her pale face. She was pleading with him not to hurt her, but he grunted and pushed aside his breechclout, revealing his erection to her sight. Smiling at the look on her face, he began to rub himself along her slit, teasing her. He felt the moisture ooze from her body even as she tried to resist him. Capturing a nipple again, sucking hard on it, he thrust his cock into her, taking her body with all his might. He thrust into her over and over, until he felt the seed leave his body, then he pulled out, leaving her weak and trembling. Grabbing her by the hair, he yanked her from the bed, and out into the common ground, where he tied her to a tree, and went back to searching for Charity.

The next morning, after they had eaten, the three companions started on their way. Raven knew they would reach the settlement today, and he would be happy to see Charity safe again. Now that she knew of them, perhaps they could visit openly, and remain friends. He didn't dare hope for more than that. They traveled more quickly this day, as Charity had become a bit more accustomed to the pace. Nevertheless, they still had to pause for rest fairly often, so it was later in the day as they began to walk through more familiar woods. As they moved closer to the settlement, Hawk caught the scent of smoke, heavy in the air, and a cold shiver of fear touched his spine. He could tell that Raven had scented it as well, for he stopped walking suddenly and glanced back at his friend. Both were thinking the same thing. Charity stopped as well, and asked, "What's wrong?" Suddenly, she caught the scent also, and said "What in the world..." then her face became deathly pale, and her hand flew to her lips. "Oh no...." she said softly.

"Wait here." Raven moved away from the others, a shadow in the forest again. He knew Hawk would take care of Charity for the moment, and he wanted to see if what they feared was true. After a short while, he came to the bushes where they had so often watched the girl go about her daily chores, and his heart sank. The village was in ruins. He could see some dead bodies lying about from where he was concealed, and some of the cabins were still burning, although the flames looked as if they would give up the ghost soon. There was not a sound from the cluster of cabins. Cautiously, he moved out further, and soon confirmed that nothing alive remained here. The hoofprints of the mounts and footprints leading off into the forest told the story. He wondered how many had been allowed to survive, not knowing exactly how many people had lived there.

With a heavy heart, he made his way back to where Charity and Hawk waited in the shadows. When he had relayed his news, he waited to see what her reaction would be. She seemed too stunned to make a sound at first, and then she raised her chin. "I have to see it for myself."

"Charity..."

"I have to. To know it's real...that I'm not dreaming."

Silently he led the two back to the ruins of Charity's home. She stood among the bushes for a moment, then moved forward. She seemed to forget everything else for the moment, as she moved about, looking into the faces of her neighbors and friends. She walked slowly around to all the cabins, then went to her own. Digging through the rubble, she managed to locate a dress that she had normally worn for cleaning, as it was old and patched. Everything else was gone. Without a word, she slipped the dress over her head and took one final look at her home, then turned to face the two men. 

Her voice trembling slightly, unshed tears bright in her eyes, she said simply, "Now what?" 



In Days of Olde Ch. 03



Together, Raven and Hawk convinced Charity to journey to their home with them. It was not too difficult, as she really had nothing left here amongst the ruins of the settlement. They had been nothing but kind to her, and she knew that although it was possible to survive on her own, it was not preferred, nor was it prudent. The other tribe could come back looking for her, if it was indeed them that had destroyed the settlement. Even if it were not, another marauding tribe could come, and she would be at their mercy. There was also the factor of loneliness. She was not used to living without anyone nearby, even though she lived alone, and she did not desire to be without companionship. She took a last look at what had been her home, then squared her shoulders, and followed the young men away from the dreary sight. They moved back towards the place that they had camped the night before, as it was growing too late to journey back to their own home that night.

As they bedded down for the night, Hawk took first watch, and Raven lay down beside Charity, for even though she was clothed now, the night air was still quite chilled, and she was shivering. He let her get comfortable, then without a word, slipped behind her, settling her against his muscular chest, his arms wrapped tightly around her. They lay in silence for a bit, and then he felt her body shake slightly, and he realized she was weeping soundlessly. Gently, he moved his arms, urging her to turn to face him, which she reluctantly did. She buried her face in his chest, and her tears fell like rain. He could feel how tense her body was with the force of her crying, and he rubbed his hands over her back, trying to soothe her. She clung to him fiercely, her pain a tangible thing in the stillness of the cave. He murmured wordlessly to her, crooning soft words until he felt her shoulders gradually stop shaking. She lay in his arms, exhausted, resting her face against his body. 

Having her turned to face him, had quite an effect on Raven's body. Her soft breasts pressing against his chest, and the warmth of her thighs touching his, even through her clothing, began to arouse him. He could not stop himself from pulling her just a bit closer to him, wishing that she were still unclothed. He felt his cock rising, and groaned inwardly. He would never take advantage of her, but he did want her very badly. He wanted to show her love-making was wonderful, not the horrific experience she had had with the other men. He wanted to gently and lovingly help her to become a woman, along with Hawk's assistance. The thought of the two of them tangled together, their mouths sharing his shaft, made him stir even more. His imagination soared with the thoughts of all the different combinations the three of them could share. How they could pleasure her! 

Looking down into Charity's sweet face, he realized she had drifted off to sleep, worn out from traveling and the day's events. Knowing he would not disturb her rest, he pulled her body as close to his own as he dared, feeling his arousal nestle between her thighs gently as if it belonged there. She sighed softly and snuggled into him, evidently liking the feel of his body wrapped around her own. He glanced over to the doorway, and saw Hawk watching him, smiling softly, his hand slowly stroking himself as he observed the closeness between the other two. Apparently he was fantasizing as well. As much as he longed to do more, Raven simply held the girl close to him, enduring the aching feeling between his thighs. It was a small price to pay for holding the one they loved so dearly close to his heart and body. 

Charity was deeply asleep, and she was dreaming. She dreamt of being at a stream, and bathing. When she looked up, there stood Raven and Hawk, watching her. Rather than being shamed, she beckoned them to join her, which they gladly did. They were magnificent in their nudity, she observed, like wild animals, sleek and lean. All three splashed about like children, laughing together, all the while moving closer together, until suddenly she was between the two of them. She felt her heart beating very fast, but it was not from fear. A look passed between the two, and then they moved in a step closer and she was between their bodies. She could feel each masculine chest pressing into her breasts, and her nipples jumped to attention. She could feel their arousals pushing against each of her legs beneath the rushing water, and that did not frighten her either. She found her hands moving of their own accord around Raven's neck first, pulling his face to her own and meeting his lips for a soft kiss, then she released him and did the same to Hawk. 

The next thing she knew they were lying together on some moss a short ways from the stream bed, and she was being gently stroked by their hands, on each side of her body. She moaned softly as their fingers trailed over her breasts, moisture pooling between her thighs. Their hands wandered down her body, and in between her legs, and she felt someone rubbing her most intimate area, very softly, as if begging for entrance. She could not resist, and opened herself, inviting them to do as they would. Now she felt a mouth on her breast, eager and hungry, and another between her thighs. She had no idea which was which, as she had her eyes closed, but it felt delicious. Their ministrations were becoming more passionate and forceful, and she felt a finger invade her, and an aroused member tapping against her mouth. Startled, she opened her eyes, and to her horror found it was not Raven and Hawk that were with her, but Panther and one of his men, and they were grinning at her with anticipation. She opened her mouth to scream, but the cock was shoved between her lips, effectively stopping her, and then Panther was between her legs, pushing them wide apart, and brushing his breechclout aside again, to reveal an enormous erection. As she struggled and tried to cry out, he began slowly to push himself inside of her virgin pussy. Charity awoke with a sharp cry, gasping and drenched in perspiration.

Immediately, strong arms held her tightly, and she realized where she was. She was safe. She glanced up and saw Raven's concerned face looking down at her. "A nightmare." He spoke matter-of-factly. "It is not surprising after what you have been through. Do you wish to talk about it?" In a way, Charity did, but it was far too embarrassing to share the intimate scene she had envisioned in the first part of her dream with one of the players. She shook her head and buried her face in his chest, and felt his hands gently smoothing over her back and her hair. She began to calm, and felt herself drifting towards sleep again. Soon she had found the peace she needed to drop off, and she was breathing softly and evenly in his arms again. For his part, Raven was behaving admirably, for he was now rock-hard from having her moan and twist in his arms from the throes of her dream. She had no idea how she had ground softly against him, her femininity soft against his thigh, her hard nipples brushing his chest through her thin dress. He had known she must be having a good dream to react in such a way, and he had not disturbed her, although the Gods knew she was disturbing him, but in such a delicious way, he was content to be tortured. He long for release in some way, but he would not leave her alone, in case she had the nightmare again. He knew that when Hawk came to relieve him, he could seek solace then, and stroke himself to completion, imagining Charity with her legs wrapped around him, while Hawk buried himself in his mouth.

At last, it was time, and Hawk moved silently over to where his companions lay. Raven eased his arms from around the sleeping girl, never waking her, and moved aside so that his friend could take his place. As they passed, he caressed Hawk's cheek and gave him a soft, loving kiss on the lips, full of promise. He waited until his friend had slipped into his place, and Charity was once again safely ensconced in another pair of loving arms, then he moved to the front of the cave to keep watch. His eyes scanning the still forest, Raven slid his fingers slowly over the front of his breechclout, feeling the outline of his erection, teasing himself a bit. His mind wandered to images of Charity, naked and eagerly offering herself to him, while Hawk stood by ready to join him. He could picture her opening her arms wide, smiling at him, her legs spread slightly as she waited to become a woman. How gently he would initiate her into the sacred rites of love-making, along with his best friend. He imagined kissing every inch of her beautiful body, making her quiver with desire, and then sliding into her virgin pussy, and thrusting slowly, as Hawk knelt and licked his shaft and her clit. His hand was wrapped tightly around his shaft now, and he stroked himself hard, lost in the images, but still ever vigilant.

Further back in the cave, Hawk held the lovely young woman close to his own body, feeling her soft warmth pressing him. She snuggled into him, seeming to enjoy the security of his arms. He placed a soft kiss on the top of her head, enjoying the scent of her hair. While he felt terrible for the things that happened to her, he couldn't help but rejoice in the fact that she was coming to their home with them. He hoped that some day Charity might wish to join with him and Raven and become a family unit. He longed to share her with his lover. He heard the soft sounds from the front of the cave and knew that Raven was finding release in his fantasies. He could well imagine what they might be, and he smiled. His love for the two of them overwhelmed him, and he pulled her just a bit closer. He closed his eyes, and willed himself to relax and fall asleep, as he knew his watch would come soon enough.

The night passed without incident, and in the morning, Hawk stayed with Charity while Raven went out to get breakfast. When they had eaten, they moved out of the cave and began the trek towards their home camp. Charity found that she was not nervous in the least about meeting the others that lived there, as the two young men filled her in on life among their adopted people. They sounded as if they were some of the most loving and peaceful human beings one would ever wish to meet, and she found herself looking forward to the change in her life, although her heart still ached for her lost friends and neighbors. She hoped that living somewhere else would help to ease the pain more quickly, than if she was still living in the settlement, alone. They took their time as they moved, stopping to rest as Charity needed, which was not nearly as often as it had been even two days ago. Already her body was toughening itself, which pleased all of them. By the time that dusk was falling, they were within sight of the campfires of their home. Charity felt a flutter of anticipation as they moved toward the flickering light, wondering what her new neighbors would think of her. 



In Days of Olde Ch. 04



Sorry it took so long guys....been busy!

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As the three companions entered the camp, glad cries of welcome greeted them. The young men smiled and nodded to their people as they moved forward, Charity walking between the two of them. The other people gave her curious glances, but smiled warmly, so she felt no sense of discomfort, only welcome. She smiled back as she continued following Raven and Hawk. Soon, they had reached the center of their village, where the Chief's home stood. Raven moved to the door covering and spoke, and a voice from inside answered. He pushed aside the brightly colored tapestry and entered, followed by the other two. The interior of the Chief's home was clean and simply decorated, but beautiful in its simplicity. Everything was functional as well as attractive to the eye. The two young men bowed with respect to the older man seated inside, and he motioned for them to sit as well, looking at the girl questioningly. 

In the native tongue, he questioned the two. "Who have you brought to us, young Warriors?"

Raven answered. "Grandfather, we bring a young woman whose village was destroyed by the Raiders. They took her from the woods while she was resting and..."

The older man held up his hand. "I know what the Raiders do. You need not explain. Is she unharmed?"

"For the most part. They had not reached their home camp yet, so she escaped the worst fate, although she has been molested. We took her in the night and escaped."

The Chief nodded solemnly, and turned to look at the young woman, who stood there calmly, waiting to see what he would say. "Let her know she is welcome here. You two shall be responsible for her, and getting her settled into our life. She may stay with the single women. Singing Dove can help her learn our ways, if she wishes to live here permanently." He smiled at Charity, who returned his smile, even though she did not understand his words. 

"Thank you, Grandfather." 

Both young men bowed to him again, and he inclined his head, then they stepped from his home. Raven explained to Charity what had been said, and then they led her to the home where the single women lived together. There were only 4 of them at present, and all were sitting outside the dwelling when the trio walked up. One of the slender young women jumped to her feet, calling out "You're back!" She rushed over and gave each a hug, lingering as she put her arms around Hawk. The others joined her in greeting the men. "And who is this?" The same girl, who still had her arm through Hawk's, inquired. 

"This is Charity. She will be living with us, as her village was destroyed."

The others clucked their tongues in sympathy, but one of the girls gave Charity a rather appraising look. "I am Singing Dove," the young woman standing at Hawk's side said in English. She had learned some. "Welcome to our home."

Smiling warmly, Charity thanked her. "I am happy to be here." The other young woman gave her a hug of friendship in response, then introduced the others. There was Summer Storm, the girl who was taking Charity's measure, Spotted Fawn, and Meadowlark. All seemed happy to have the newcomer join them. 

"Come, we will prepare you a sleeping place." Dove took her arm and led her inside the dwelling. Charity glanced back at the two young men and smiled, then followed her new friend inside. The two watched her go, then Raven felt a light touch on his arm. He looked down in to Storm's lovely face, her dark eyes fixed on his. 

"You have been missed, Raven." Her voice was low and husky, and he could smell her soft scent wafting up to his nostrils. He felt a stirring in his groin, unable to keep from being affected by her. She had been his first female lover, and she still aroused him, although his mind was mainly fixed on Charity at the moment. "I would like to show you how much I have missed you later tonight." Her tone held promises of the pleasure that he had come to know quite well in the past. Again, his body stirred, as she continued to touch him, letting her fingers glide over his arm lightly. 

"We shall see," he said gently, smiling at her. She returned the smile, feeling confident that she would have him that night again. She had always been able to have him anytime she wished. She was used to getting her way, especially when it came to men. All she had to do with most of them was just give them a certain look, and they would follow her anywhere. She hoped that someday she and Raven could form a family unit. She wouldn't even mind if Hawk joined them, as he was very sweet, and handsome in his own way. The thought of the two of them making love to her was enough to drive her wild with desire at times. She knew that Dove was in love with Hawk, but she also knew her friend would not mind sharing the man she loved. Storm wouldn't even mind if her friend joined them as well. She let her mind wander for a moment to being the center of attention as three people enjoyed her oh-so-willing body. It was a lovely thought. She saw the way that Raven and Hawk were looking after the newcomer and that did not please her, but she felt certain it would not be a problem in the long run. 

"Until later, then." She spoke with confidence, moving away to take care of a few chores that needed done. Raven watched her go, wrinkling his brow slightly. While it was true that Storm aroused him, she did not stir him the way the sight of Charity did. He wanted her more than any other female he had ever seen. He knew that this would not please Storm, for her name fit her when she was angry. He would have to be cautious in turning her away, for her sake and Charity's, for she would not care in the least that the other young woman had done nothing to encourage his feelings. For the most part in their tribe, there was no jealousy, no anger, no one getting hurt, but there were a few people who were more emotional and gave in to feelings much more easily than most. Storm just happened to be one of these. After the young women had disappeared from sight, he and Hawk moved on to speak with some of the others in camp, to find out what had been happening in their absence. 

Inside the dwelling, Charity was amazed at how large a place it truly was. Neat and well-kept, with lovely and simple decorations, it felt cozy and comfortable to her aching spirit. She helped Dove arrange bedding for herself, and knew that she was going to be quite comfortable when she slept that night. The blankets were the softest she had ever felt and she remarked on this to the girl, who smiled at her. "We shall teach you how to make them as well," she promised, and Charity was delighted. She hoped to learn all the ways of life from these people. They finished with the bed, and Dove took her out into the camp to introduce her to many of the others. They were all very kind to her, knowing by now what had happened. Word traveled fast amongst the people, especially when there was news of a new sort. By the time Dove had introduced her to all that were there, Charity felt quite at home. The other young woman took her back to her new home, preparing to give her some clothing to wear, as they were very close to the same size. This would be hers until she could be taught to make some for herself. 

Dusk began to fall, and fires were lit. The scent of food began to waft through the evening air, and Charity felt her stomach rumble. She was told that tonight she would be a guest and not expected to work, but after that, they would give her tasks to do, and show her how to do what they asked. She had slipped away to the stream that Dove had shown her and bathed quickly, and then donned her new garments. She walked to the largest campfire in the center of the camp, and seated herself on a log. From the shadows, Storm watched the newcomer sit, and she frowned again at just how the new clothing suited the young woman. The light tan doeskin hugged her figure, showing off her breasts and small waist to full advantage, and the leggings clung to the contours of her firm muscles. Dove had given her a pair of moccasins as well, and her hair shone in the firelight, hanging loose down her back. Moments later, Raven and Hawk had joined her, and soon after, Dove was seated beside them as well. Storm did not like what she was seeing in the least. She had no grudge against the newcomer, but she would not lose the best lover she had ever had to anyone. She vowed to make Raven hers again this night, to drive any thoughts of Charity from him.

The two young men were enthralled with the sight of their shared vision sitting there in the flesh, between them. They would never have imagined that this could be, nor would they have wished it to come about as it had, but neither could deny the happiness he felt at having her there, amongst their people. She was somewhat quiet, listening to the others, and the men and Dove were polite enough to speak in English most of the time. Sometimes, they would break into the musical native tongue, and Charity enjoyed listening, even though she did not yet understand what they were saying. She found the combination of food and firelight, along with the long day and emotional upheaval she had recently experienced, were making her fight to stay awake. Not wanting to be rude, she forced herself to stay, but soon her eyes were too heavy to stay open, and she was drifting. Noticing this, Raven lifted her gently, and said "Come, Charity. You must get some rest. Tomorrow you can learn more of your place with us, but tonight, sleep is waiting." He carried her to her new dwelling, and walked inside with her, laying her on her soft warm bed. She was barely aware of him, so close to sleep was she, but she felt his lips brush her forehead softly, and then she fell into darkness.

Raven stepped out of the girl's home, after watching Charity sleep for a moment, sighing softly. He stretched feeling slightly tired himself, but not ready for sleep. He heard the soft beat of drums and singing coming from the firelit center of camp, and headed back that way, but a shape stepped onto the path before him. He caught her scent even before he could make out it was Storm. "I wondered where you went." Her voice was soft and sensual, and she reached out and touched his arm again.

"I was taking Charity to her sleeping place."

"Ah, I see. And what now?"

"I was going back to join the others."

Storm laughed softly, and moved in close to him, pressing her body tightly to his, rubbing her breasts softly against his chest. "Perhaps you would rather spend some time with me..." This was said as a statement, not a question. Again, Raven felt the stirring between his legs. He did ache for a woman, but the woman he truly wanted was sleeping deeply. He did not want to use Storm for sexual relief, while craving another, and he opened his mouth to tell her, but before he could speak, she pulled his mouth to hers, slipping her tongue into his mouth. Being only human, he groaned against her mouth, feeling a surge of pure lust. Encouraged by his response, she ground her hips against his, feeling his erection brush against her. She pulled back long enough to whisper "Come with me..." and then took his mouth again. Unable to deny his desire, Raven let her lead him into the darkness of the woods nearby.

As soon as they had moved into the deep shadows, Storm turned to him, and slipped out of her clothing, standing naked and perfect before him, her nipples hard as small stones. She cupped her breasts with her hands, and ran her fingers over her nipples invitingly. "Don't you want to suck them, my Raven?" She looked at him from beneath lowered lashes, then slid a hand down to touch herself between her thighs. "Don't you want to taste this?" She began sliding her fingers in and out of her pussy, all the while watching him. He was mesmerized by her actions, remembering how she felt and tasted, and suddenly longing for her again. Dimly he realized it was simply because he had been in a state of pure arousal for several days, but at the moment it no longer mattered. He needed her and the relief she offered. "Come to me." She was commanding now, and he obeyed, moving to her and crushing her against him, her naked breasts rubbing against his own bare chest. Taking control, he lowered his mouth to her throat with a growl, and nipped, feeling her fingers tugging away his clothing, and then encircling his cock, stroking him. He pushed her backwards, mouth closing on a nipple and sucking, hearing her gasp and moan, urging him on. Images began flooding his mind, even as he tasted her skin, of Charity being molested by the other Tribe again, of her moans and his desire to be the one tasting her. 

Lust surged through him, and he suckled harder, his fingers moving down to replace her own between her thighs. She moaned and gasped, still stroking him, her fingers playing with his balls. Raven needed her now. He pulled her upright, kissing her passionately, his tongue plundering her mouth, and he backed her up to a tree, lifting her so she could wrap her legs around his waist. He held her there for a moment, the head of his cock poised at her slippery entrance, kissing her for all he was worth, feeling her tongue dance with his, and then he plunged into her. Her legs tightened around him, pulling him deeper, and he thrust and thrust into her willing honeypot until he felt her explode around him again and again. Then and only then would he allow himself to release his own orgasm, pulling out of her and shooting his seed across her belly. He had always been careful to do so, for he was not ready for children, and he did not want to make an unwilling mother of someone who was a lover to him.

Gently, Raven untangled them, and sat with Storm in his lap, feeling her soft warmth pressing into him. Neither spoke for a long while, then she looked up at him and smiled. "How was that, my Raven?"

"Wonderful. And for you?"

"As always, you love me well with your body." She smiled at him. "I hope to join with you again very soon."

As he had earlier, Raven said, "We shall see."

"Indeed." She could tell his thoughts were already moving away from the lovemaking they had just shared , and this did not please her, but she felt confident that if she lured him to her arms a few more times, he would be hers forever. 

"I think it is time for sleep now, Storm. I will walk you to your dwelling."

She nodded and rose, pulling on her clothing as he did also, and they moved out of the darkness, hearing other couples occasionally in the bushes sharing some of the same things that they had just done. She was certain that Dove and Hawk were somewhere entwined, and she was correct. When they reached the door, Raven squeezed her hand, and started to walk away, but she caught his arm and pulled him to her, kissing him again with such passion he was almost ready to take her again, but her released her and bid her goodnight. Feeling a bit more satisfied, Storm moved into the darkness, to her own bed, to continue to plan what to do to make Raven her own.



In Days of Olde Ch. 05



Charity awoke refreshed in the morning, at Dove's light shaking. "Come, it is time to make the morning meal," she told the other girl, who sat up and smiled at her. Quickly she donned her clothing, and followed Dove to where foodstuffs were kept. She glanced at the girl, seeing her eyes shine in the early morning light.

"You look happy this morning," she commented, and the other girl nodded.

"I was fortunate to spend some time with Hawk last night."

"He seems very sweet. He's very devoted to Raven, isn't he?"

Dove smiled, as they worked. "Oh, yes. They have been friends and brothers a long time. They love each other very much."

Charity was happy to hear that the two young men liked each other as much as they seemed to. She was growing fond of both of them, in a very short period of time, and she couldn't help but feel that they shared her feelings. All the women worked well together, and soon breakfast was ready. All the other members of the tribe gathered around, and sat together to eat. Raven and Hawk walked up together, sending warm smiles her way, which she returned, and she and Dove took them something to eat. She did not see the look Storm sent her way, as she handed Raven his food, but he took note of it, and was careful not to be too affectionate with her, for her own protection. 

After breakfast, the men gathered together to do some hunting, and Dove took Charity to where extra skins were kept, to show her how to prepare some clothing for herself. They worked the rest of the morning, and soon she had made herself a simple tunic and leggings, with Dove's help. It was harder than it looked, but her new friend showed her some tricks to make things easier, and she felt proud when she had finished. They stopped for a noon meal, then went into the nearby forest to gather herbs for cooking and medicine. In this, Charity was as well-versed as Dove, so they chatted as they worked. Dusk was falling before they knew it, and they hurried back to the camp to help with the evening meal.

So the days moved on at a steady pace, turning into weeks, and then months, with Charity making a place for herself within the tribe. She was quick to help others, and became well-liked by all, save one. Storm would have liked her as well, if Raven had not been interested in her, but because of that, she only tolerated her. No one but Raven and Hawk would ever have known, for she pretended to like Charity as much as the others. She had managed to seduce Raven several more times, but each time, he had made it clear that it was a physical need that brought him to her, nothing more. He would not lead her on, when his heart belonged elsewhere. She would not give up in her quest, and began to try to think of a way to rid herself of the other girl for good. 

Hawk and Raven continued to grow closer to the young woman they loved and had rescued. They desired her more each day that she lived there, but continued to hold back, not wanting to push her or frighten her. One day, Charity had gone alone to pick berries for drying in the forest, and as she filled her basket, she hummed softly. She couldn't believe how long she had now been living with her new people, and how happy she was. As she continued to glean the fruit, she heard a twig snap nearby, and glanced around. Standing there, eying her hungrily was a large bear. She gasped softly, and felt her heart begin to pound. There was nowhere to go. The animal seemed to sense this, as it did not move toward her just yet. It sniffed at the air and growled, still staying where it was. She didn't know what to do. She knew if she ran, she was dead, and she was afraid if she screamed, she would only anger the animal as well, and it might charge her. She saw a long pink tongue come out of its mouth and it licked it chops, and moved a step toward her. She shrank back into the bushes a bit, and it growled again, moving closer with measured steps. 

The animal seemed to know it had nothing to fear from her, and that she could not escape her fate, for it was in no hurry whatsoever. It moved to its hind legs and towered over her, its mouth open now to crush her throat. She felt her legs give way, and she crumpled to the ground, darkness overtaking her. She did not hear the war cry or see the bear's giant head whip around, snarling as the lithe figure came rushing out of the trees at it, ready to fight to the death. An arrow pierced the beast's side and it roared in pain and moved from the girl to its attacker. Again, and arrow flew and hit, and finally, one sank into its eye and through its brain, ending its life. The bear moved a few more steps and then fell to the forest floor. As soon as it had stopped moving, Raven dashed over to Charity where she lay still and pale as death. He caught her up in his arms, holding her to him, and saw that she was breathing. Quickly, he checked her body for wounds, but there were none, as well as no broken bones.

"Thank the Gods," he muttered, and then he pulled her into his arms again, and lowered his mouth gently to hers. He had only meant to kiss her for a moment, but her lips stirred beneath his own, and he was lost. He moved his mouth against hers, coaxing her lips open slightly, and slid his tongue inside to touch her own. Her eyelids began to flutter, and she came awake to find him kissing her with a passion that startled her. She did not pull away, for it felt wonderful and she returned the kiss warmly. Her whole body tingled from the touch of his lips on her own, and she slid her arms around him, hugging him tightly. Blinking, Raven pulled back, looking down into her face. She smiled tremulously at him.

"Are you alright?"

"Yes, I seem to be. The bear...."

"Is dead. It will provide many meals for the People."

Charity began shaking again. "I thought I was going to die. I didn't know what to do."

"We shall have to remedy that. You must learn how to defend yourself if you are alone. There are other predators in the woods that could harm you." 

She looked up at him. "I supposed you saved my life again. Thank you." She reached up and touched his cheek, and at the look in her eyes, he couldn't stop himself from taking her lips again. This time some of the desire he felt for her slipped into his kiss, and she trembled in his arms, her body tingling even more, especially between her legs, where moisture began to seep. He could sense her budding desire, and he groaned against her mouth, feeling his cock grow hard, wanting to be buried inside her softness. He laid her back on the ground and began touching her breasts softly through her tunic, making her gasp as he continued to kiss her. Her nipples hardened at his touch, and she moaned, arching her back slightly. Eagerly, he slid his hands beneath the soft doeskin and let his fingers rest upon her bare flesh. Sitting up, he looked down at her. Her eyes were closed and she was panting softly, wanting more. He pushed the tunic up, bunching it above her breasts, and feasting his eyes upon them. Soft and white, with rose-tipped nipples begging for his mouth. Groaning softly, he leaned over and took one between his lips, letting his tongue graze the hard flesh, then suckling. Her hand went to his head, resting on his dark hair, her fingers tangling there. He moved to the other breast, giving it the same treatment. Charity was moaning in pleasure, feeling sensations she had never experienced. 

Raven moved between her legs, pushing them slightly open, and ground his pelvis against her own. His cock slid along her moist slit, still covered by her leggings, but he knew if he wanted her, she was his. He moved slowly, teasing her, making her cry out with need. He pushed his breechclout aside, uncovering himself and let his bare shaft slide against the leggings now. She was soaking through the crotch of them, whimpering. He had just put his fingers into the waistband to pull them down, and give her what they both wanted, when he heard a voice from behind him.

"Well, well, well...is this how one goes hunting Dark One?" 

Storm's voice was not pleased in the least, and he felt his erection wilt. He moved away from Charity, who looked stunned and then realized that she was half-nude. Blushing fiercely, she sat up and pulled her clothing down, covering herself. Even though she knew by now many people made love whenever and wherever they liked, it was still new to her, and she was not used to sexual feelings in the least for herself, except in her dreams. She rose and grabbed her basket. "I...I must get back to camp. Thank you again, Raven." She rushed away so quickly, she almost stumbled. Raven had stood up and was brushing himself off, as she had made her exit. Now he looked at Storm, frowning. 

"Oh, did I interrupt, Great Hunter? I apologize." Her tone was heavy with sarcasm. "Going to taste the untried virgin, were we?"

Raven felt his thwarted need and his anger at Storm's possessiveness rise up, and he snarled and lunged at her. She tried to sidestep, but he caught her and slammed her against his body. He grabbed her hair and twisted his fingers in it, until she cried out in pain, then ground his mouth against hers to silence her. She fought him, not wanting him angry with her. Passion was one thing, rage another. He was stronger than she was, and he dragged her deeper into the trees, throwing her to the ground and himself on top of her. "Woman, you drive me insane," he growled. "I have told you and told you, I do not love you, not in the way you seek. I love another."

"Yes, that little bitch you were about to rut." She spat in his face, and he slapped her.

"Damn you, you make me ashamed of myself. Yes, I do love her. I hope someday to have a family with her."

"And will you treat her in such a way?" She writhed beneath him, trying to free herself, and felt his cock grow hard again against her belly.

"She will give me no cause to do so. You are a jealous woman, and that is not attractive, Storm. I desire your body. I always have and probably always will, and I intend to have it again now, since you do not wish me to have the one I truly want. I have great need of a woman right now, and you will do."

"I hate you!" Storm tried to pull her wrist free to claw at his face, but he held her too tightly.

"Perhaps, but you desire this." He ground against her, teasing her as he done with Charity, forcing a moan from her. "And this." His mouth moved over her breasts, licking them through her clothing, nipping at her sensitive nipples. "And this." He kissed her, forcing his tongue into her mouth, making her accept him, until she was responding with passion. When he felt her body relax, he became more tender, pulling her leggings down and exposing her soft pussy, which he began devouring immediately. She was squirming wildly beneath his mouth, and he felt her gush onto his tongue, then he moved up and slid into her dripping mound. They slammed together, fucking hard, and her nails dug into his back. It did not take long for them to find the pinnacle together, and he spurted hot seed onto her belly. They lay, panting for a bit, then he sat up and looked at her. 

"I apologize Storm, but...."

She placed a finger upon his lips. "No, I deserved it. I am sorry, my Raven. Please forgive me."

"Very well. Perhaps we can forgive each other?"

"Yes. Friends then?"

"Yes. Now, I will go back to the bear and start working on it, if you will go and get the others."

"Gladly." As they parted ways, Raven did not see the smile that touched the girl's lips. Her plan had worked perfectly. The passion they had just shared had been unbelievable, and he had not objected to her term of endearment. She would continue to work on him, and soon, one way or another, he would be hers.



In Days of Olde Ch. 06



Charity's face was flaming as she rushed back into the village, unable to believe how she had just behaved herself. She did not fault Raven in the least, for he was a man, and men were prone to such behavior, but she had been acting like a wanton, leading him on. To have been caught in such a state of undress and with a young man was shameful to her, and she knew as soon as she saw Storm again, she must apologize, as well as to Raven. She had no idea, of course, of the events taking place in the woods behind her. She quickly let the others know of the incident with the bear, and many of the others followed her back to the spot, to start gathering the meat. She didn't see Raven or Storm anywhere, and she felt she needed some time alone for a bit. She moved into the forest slightly, into the shadows of the trees. Hearing a soft sound of voices off to her right, she went to investigate.

In a small clearing nearby, Charity found Hawk and Dove sitting together. She began to step away, when she was frozen by the sight of them. Hawk was holding the young woman close to his body, and she was straddling his lap. As Charity watched, he began kissing down her neck. Dove leaned her head back, her eyes closed in rapture. His hands smoothed over her back gently, then down to the cheeks of her firm bottom, and he pulled her more tightly in to him, so that her crotch sat directly against his own. She watched as Dove's hips moved slightly, and she ground herself slowly against the young man beneath her. He moved his hands to the laces of her tunic and untied them, kissing her bare skin as it came into view. Charity knew she should leave, but somehow, she couldn't. Her body was beginning to tingle again, after already being aroused by the caresses and kisses Raven had given her earlier, and she felt a great need to watch. 

When Hawk had finished untying the top, he slid it over the girl's head, leaving her bare-breasted. Immediately, he moved his mouth to her right breast, his tongue flickering over the tip. In response, she arched her back, offering herself to him more. Charity felt her own nipples harden, as she imagined herself in Dove's place, Hawk's mouth softly moving against her skin. She watched as he tasted Dove's softness over and over, making the girl moan aloud with desire. Her hands had pulled his head to her chest, urging him onward. He licked and sucked at her nipples until her hips were grinding against him faster and faster. Charity's heart was pounding as she watched, her nipples pleasantly stimulated by her doeskin tunic rubbing against them, as her breath quickened. Almost unaware of what she was doing, she slid her hand beneath her top, and caressed her own breasts, feeling how soft her skin was. As she watched Hawk tasting her friend's nipples, she rubbed her fingertips against her own, imaging again his tongue on her. She could feel the moisture pooling between her thighs again, and she gasped softly. 

Now he lifted his partner from his lap, and laid her back onto the soft carpet of pine needles, sliding her leggings off. Dove was beautiful in soft light filtered between the branches, and he told her so. Charity agreed with him, still rubbing her nipples without even realizing it. Now he knelt between her spread thighs, and dipped his head downward. Charity heard her friend cry out in passion as his mouth softly caressed her nether lips, his tongue flicking against her clit. The fingers of one hand slid down her belly and over the soft down coating her mound, as she continued to watch. She could see his member peeking out from beneath his breechclout, standing hard and proud, and he drank from Dove's well of pleasure. Charity slipped her hand gently between her legs, marveling at the wetness there and then her thumb brushed her clit accidentally and she gasped again. A jolt shot through her body, as she could imagine Hawk's tongue manipulating her instead. Her eyes were glued to where his tongue moved slowly in and out of Dove's moist slit now, the girl thrashing about on the ground, crying out her pleasure. He raised his head, and Charity could see the slick wetness coating his mouth as he slipped off his one piece of clothing and slid his hands beneath Dove's buttocks, raising her hips. He kissed her pussy again tenderly, then moved so that his cockhead rested against her, and then Charity watched as he disappeared into the depths of Dove's womanhood, and they became one. 

Hawk waited a moment, and then began sliding in and out of the tight cavern. Charity could see his tight buttocks clenching as he moved, and Dove was now clutching his back as they made love. She was thrusting against him in time, and they were both making animal sounds of need, lost in their mutual desire. Charity's fingers moved against herself, not quite sure of what she was doing, but knowing her body needed something very badly. She could almost imagine what that hard shaft would feel like entering her own femininity, impaling her and marking her. As the two lovers moved together, the hidden watcher pleasured herself, quickly learning what felt good to her starving puss. When the hot spurt of semen coated Dove's belly, Charity found herself suddenly crying out in rapture at the same time her friend did, and her trembling knees gave way, depositing her to the ground. They lay together for several moments, then Dove kissed Hawk tenderly and dressed herself, walking away toward the village when she had finished. Hawk continued to lay there for awhile, then he rose and picked up his own clothing. As he raised his head, he caught sight of Charity, almost hidden in the bushes.

Charity blushed bright red as his eyes locked calmly on her own, and he smiled his sweet smile at her. Slowly, she rose and moved from her hiding place into the clearing. "I...I didn't mean to spy. I apologize..."

He held up a hand to stop her. "There is no need for apology. I am not ashamed, nor would Dove be. Did you watch the entire time?"

Blushing even more, she nodded. "And did you enjoy what you saw?" Dropping her eyes to the ground, she nodded again. He stepped over to her and she realized he was still very nude. He put a finger under her chin and raised her eyes to his again. "If you enjoyed the sight of us making love, there is no need for shame. It is a beautiful thing, between a man and a woman that care for one another."

"Oh, yes, I know...but..."

"Would you ever hesitate to hug or kiss someone you have great affection for?" "Of course not."

"This is the same. When we care for someone, among our people, we show them in many ways, sometimes physical. There is no shame in showing someone you care for them with your body, as well as in any other way."

Slowly, Charity nodded. "I am simply not used to the ways of the People completely, I suppose."

Hawk smiled at her again. "You will become so in time. In the meantime, try to enjoy what you see without shame, whatever it might be." He reached out and gave her a hug, which she returned happily, trying to ignore his nakedness. His body felt young and strong against her own, and she briefly wished she were naked as well. As for Hawk, even though he had just had his release with someone he cared for very much, the feel of the woman he desired and loved above all others in his arms aroused him again. He wanted her very much, but also still wanted to share the experience with Raven. He desired to have her stretched out between them, being pleasured in a way she could not even imagine. He hoped in time it would come to pass.

"We should get back to the Village," Hawk said, releasing her a bit reluctantly and putting on his clothing. They walked back to where the incident with the bear had happened, and saw that much work had been done. He quickly joined the other men in carving off pieces of the meat to be used, and she joined the women in their tasks. She saw Raven working as well as all the other people that were able. She did not notice that Storm was not among them. Storm was busy plotting instead, remembering what time of year it was. Soon, her cousin, Spotted Lynx would be coming to visit, and she hoped he and his mate, Rushing Water, might assist her in ridding herself of the unwelcome young woman.



In Days of Olde Ch. 07



The days continued to pass somewhat uneventfully again. The chores were done each day, meals were shared, and life went on. Charity loved her life among the People, living in complete harmony with nature. She had managed to apologize to Raven a few days after the incident with the bear, but he had convinced her that none was necessary. She also apologized to Storm for her behavior, and the young woman assured her that it was not needed. "After all, you only reacted the way any woman would when being aroused by one such as Raven," had been her reply, with a sly smile. Inside, of course, she had burned with her secret loathing of the other girl, but Charity had no idea of this. A few weeks had passed since the events had happened, and now, visitors came to the camp.

Storm's cousin, Spotted Lynx and his mate, Rushing Water, had come to visit along with a few other members of their own tribe. The visitors were introduced to any that they did not know, including Charity. Raven and Hawk did not like the way the couple eyed the girl, with a barely disguised hunger in their mutual gaze. They vowed to keep a close eye on the young woman, to make certain she remained untouched during the visit. For her part, Charity was unaware of any danger lurking, and greeted all the newcomers with open arms. She was always happy to have new friends. Storm seemed particularly glad to see her cousins, and walked away with them, arm and arm, smiling.

When they were alone, Storm sat with them, and filled them in on the situation with the other young woman. She told them of what had happened to cause Charity to be among the People, and of Raven's obvious desire for the girl. "He will be mine, and no one shall stand in my way," she vowed fiercely. "If Charity were not here, I believe that I could easily convince him to become my mate. As long as she is here, I do not think I can."

"She is a delicious looking treat. Don't you think so, my Love?" Water purred at her husband. "I should love to taste her sweetness..."

He agreed. "Yes, and to be her first...that is always a bonus. I would be most happy to plunge into her tight cavern and show her what being a woman is all about."

"That is not enough," Storm said. "She must be taken from here, but I cannot do it alone. I know that the other tribe will still be looking for her, and Stalking Panther will not rest until he has her again, even if he were never to find her. He is ruthless, from what I have heard."

Lynx smiled craftily. "So shall we kidnap the lovely little one and take her to him, then?"

"Yes, but she must remain a virgin until he has her. If you deliver her to him, untouched, I'm certain he will give you a taste afterwards. She would still be nice and tight then. Of course, you may play with her along the way if you like, just don't deflower her."

"When do wish us to do this?"

"After you all leave from your visit, I would like for you two to stay behind, hidden. In a few days, I will drug her for you, and you can take her away in the night. By the time she is discovered missing, it will be too late, hopefully."

"That can be arranged," Lynx said, "In the meantime, we'd like someone to play with while we are here. Can you arrange that?"

Storm smiled. "Oh, yes, I can. Dappled Fawn has just passed her eighteenth summer, and she is a lovely little thing. She is very cooperative, and will not protest anything you may choose to do with her."

"Excellent. Let us meet her tonight then, after the evening meal."

In the meantime, Raven and Hawk hunted for Charity and found her, washing some clothes at the stream. For a few moments, they stopped to admire her slender form, then Raven stepped forward. "Charity, we wish to speak with you."

She looked up, smiling warmly at the two young men. "Of course. What is it?"

"You must be wary of the visitors from the other tribe. I know you trust everyone, but not all people have your best interests at heart. Sometimes they may wish evil upon you."

She looked surprised. "Who would wish to harm me?"

"Perhaps no one, but always be wary when people you do not know well are about, until you know them further. Will you promise to do this?"

"Yes, if you ask it, I certainly shall, but I think there is no need for worry, Raven. You are very sweet to care, however...both of you."

"It is because we care for you, Charity," Hawk interjected. "We would never wish harm to come to you in any way."

Standing up, she reached out a hand to each of them, which they took. "I know that, my dear friends. You are both so kind and good to me, it's more than I deserve, truly." She pulled them to her, giving each a hug and a soft kiss on the lips. As they all stood there, still connected by the clasp of their hands, the air seemed to crackle with tension. Charity's lips parted slightly, and she felt a yearning for something she could almost, but not quite, grasp. Her body suddenly felt extremely aware of everything, and she felt her nipples harden unexpectedly. The two young men were both sporting erections at the moment, and their bodies felt tugged towards hers, as if she were a target and they the arrows to pierce her. They began pulling her slowly to them, and she offered no resistance, then a voice broke the spell.

"Here you are. Dove is looking all over for you," Sparrow Song said, in her bubbly way, to Charity. She didn't really notice the dazed look on the faces of the three, just continued to chatter, and the moment was gone. 

"I...I supposed I should see what Dove wants. I'll talk to you two later." Charity smiled and gathered her things, moving away. The two men splashed into the stream together, letting the water cool their ardor again for the moment. At the campfire that night, Charity sat between the two of them, as usual, with Dove alongside Hawk. They all enjoyed one another's company, and spent much of their free time together. After the meal, the Chief stood and raised his hands for silence. "First of all, we wish to welcome our visitors to our home. Please stay with us as long as you are able. You are always welcome here with us." After they had voiced their thanks, he continued. "We have another matter to attend to as well. Charity has been with us for many months now, and has become a valuable member of our People. It has been discussed amongst the Elders, and we feel it is time to adopt Charity fully into our Tribe, if she so chooses. Come and stand beside me, Daughter." Shocked and happy, the girl rose and went to stand beside the man. He looked about. "Are there any who would not wish this young woman to join us as Family?" No one spoke a word, or moved a muscle, not even Storm. 

"Very well, then." He turned to Charity, and spoke to her directly. "Charity, do you choose to become a member of our People, and share in our joys and sorrows, perhaps one day join with a young man or men and have a family to increase our numbers, from this day forward?"

Tears of happiness shining in her eyes, Charity nodded, unable to speak. "As you have been accepted, and you accept us, you are now a member of our People." He placed a hand on her head. "From this day forth, you shall be known as Little Flower, as you brighten each place that you are with your sweetness and beauty. Go and join your friends and family, Little Flower, and may peace always be with you." The girl was too overcome to speak, and made her way back to her seat, where she was hugged by all three waiting there. 

"How wonderful!" Dove exclaimed. "Now you truly are my sister."

There was much rejoicing that night and many couples slipped away into the darkness, to be alone, including Hawk and Dove. Flower was not ready for that yet, and so Raven escorted her home, leaving her with a gentle kiss at the door. 

Meanwhile, as Dappled Fawn was making her way towards her hut, Storm stepped onto the path beside her. "Oh, you startled me," Fawn said softly. She was a very timid tiny thing, with a very elfin quality about her. She was an orphan, as her parents had been killed by a raiding party many years before, so she had been raised by the whole tribe. 

"I am sorry, Fawn. My cousins would very much like to meet you, and I wanted to catch you before you had gone to bed."

"Oh....alright..." The petite young woman followed Storm into the dark forest, unsure of where they were going. After a bit, Storm led her into a clearing, where a small fire burned, and Lynx and Water sat, talking softly. They looked up and smiled at the two, and invited them to sit. As they sat and talked of inconsequential things, they managed to convince Fawn to try some of the herbs that they had. Before very long, the young woman found herself feeling very strange, and disconnected. When her eyes glazed over, the couple looked at one another and nodded, then rose and sat on either side of her. They began touching her softly, stroking her long dark hair, rubbing her arms and shoulders, and caressing the tops of her legs. 

Gently, they eased her back until she was lying down on her back, and they were lying on either side of her, their hands wandering over her sweet body, over her clothing. She was very dimly aware of what was going on and that it felt very good, so she made no protest. They kissed above her mouth, then each leaned down and kissed her deeply. Now as Water continued to kiss her, Lynx began to slip her clothes off, caressing her body as he did so. Fawn moaned a little against the other woman's mouth. Her clothes were suddenly gone, and a mouth pressed eagerly to hers, and two others sucked her nipples to pertness, then the mouth that had been kissing her moved between her legs, and a tongue moved against her most secret place. Mouths and hands moved over her untried flesh, teasing and arousing her into a frenzy of need. She could hear soft moans above and around her, as she felt the head of Lynx's cock slide into her, and Water's pussy covered her mouth, grinding onto her face, and Storm was moving against Fawn's fingers, showing the girl how to touch her. Even when the man pierced her and she was no longer a virgin, she felt no pain, only tightness, and then he was fucking her hard, his mouth on his mate's breasts as she rode the young woman's mouth. Water slid her fingers into Storm's puss to tease her as well, and soon all were cumming together. Lynx filled the tight pussy beneath him to the hilt, as he gushed inside her, and Water flooded her face with juices. Then, all three took turns lapping at the sweet pussy that had just been taken with such ease, until the young woman was cumming again. All that night, they played with her body in every way imaginable, and just before dawn, carried her back to her bed and left her there. She would have no memory of the night before, save a very hazy one of losing her virginity, but she would have no idea to whom.

"A very enjoyable night indeed," Lynx commented, and the others agreed, as they headed to bed.



In Days of Olde Ch. 08



Time was slipping slowly onward, as the People worked and played together every day. Flower grew closer and closer with the two young men who adored her, and with her new sister, Dove. The four of them spent almost every spare moment together, when they were not busy with other tasks. The visitors had decided to spend the cold season with the People and to leave in the Spring, which chafed Storm, and made her even more cross, but there was no help for it. She knew that Flower was still a virgin, and that she had not yet gone away with either of the two young men for romance, but it was only a matter of time. She could see the looks that they gave one another, and the increasing familiarity with which they touched one another, and Raven had not been to her arms in weeks. The last few times she had tried to seduce him, she had failed, which caused her anger to mount even more. Her cousins kept her busy with Fawn and some of the other young women, which helped to quench her thirst for sex, but it did not ease her longing to have Raven as her own. 

Flower was unaware of the tension mounting and continued to go about her daily life as happily as ever. She was aware of so many new feelings coursing through her body each day, and she knew now much more about men and women pleasing one another as she had inadvertently seen Hawk and Dove more than once, plus some of the other couples. Then, one day, she was looking for the two young men and had not been able to find them. She wandered along, with no task at hand at the moment, enjoying the lovely fall day. There was a bit of a chill in the air, and the woods were almost silent, as she moved along. She breathed deeply of the fresh air, and felt happy just to be alive and living in the midst of such beautiful surroundings. As she strolled along, she came upon the entrance to a cave that she had not seen before. She paused, carefully checking for signs of any animals, and when she did not spy any, she decided to go in and take a look around. Her feet made no sound as she moved forward, and she saw that it was not dark inside as she might have thought. Here and there along the path, there were torches lit. This was surprising to her, and she wished to see more.

As she moved further inside, Flower heard the murmur of voices, and moved toward them. She came to the edge of a larger room, where a fire was lit. She saw animal skins on the floor and spied Raven and Hawk sitting near the fire, talking softly. Not wishing to disturb or startle them, she waited for a pause in the conversation. She watched them quietly, thinking just how handsome both were in their different ways. Such strong young bodies, and so gentle and kind. She couldn't help loving them both. As her thoughts wandered, she was caught by surprise when she saw Raven reach out his hand and stroke Hawk's cheek gently, and then draw the young man to him, to kiss his lips. She caught her breath softly, a bit shocked. She knew that men loved other men and women loved other women among the people, but she did not know that these two had this type of relationship, as close as they were. She had not seen any instances with her own eyes, but now she was riveted, unable to look away. 

The two young men were lost in each other at the moment, and aware of nothing else. This was their special place, and when they needed time alone, they came here when they were able Everyone knew they had someplace they went but no one had ever stumbled across it before today. Now as Charity watched, her eyes wide, Raven's mouth claimed his lover's hungrily. Their hands moved over each other's chests, and lower, and she heard them moan in mutual pleasure. She watched as Hawk spread his legs slightly, and Raven pushed aside the breechclout, stroking the younger man with skilled fingers. His cock swelled from the attention, and his hips moved slightly. She found her breath quickening and her heart pounding wildly at the sight. After a few moments of being caressed, Hawk moved to his knees and slipped his lover's one piece of clothing off, leaving him fully and magnificently nude to his eyes and Flower's. The play of the firelight over his skin made him even more appealing.

Slowly, Hawk's mouth moved down to caress the head of Raven's hard cock, his tongue flicking over the spongy crown. He slid his mouth and tongue all over the hard shaft, as Raven's hand rested on his hair, encouraging him onward. Eagerly, his mouth enveloped the waiting member, and he began sucking away, his head bobbing up and down slowly at first, and then more quickly. Raven was moaning in pleasure, and Flower found herself as wet as she had ever been between her thighs, feeling the need to touch herself. She slipped her hand inside her leggings, finding her cleft and rubbing her pleasure nub. Hawk seemed to be truly enjoying himself as much as Raven, and he continued his play until the other man's face contorted and he spilled his seed into the hungry mouth. Almost immediately, Hawk moved up to kiss his lover, and share the bounty. Raven pushed him onto his back gently but firmly, and proceeded to take the waiting cock beneath him in his own mouth, sucking his playmate until he had spilled his semen as well. They were not yet done, however, and Flower continued to watch and stroke herself, as they moved into a new position. Hawk rose and bent over, mouthing his partner to hardness again, then got on his hands and knees before Raven, offering himself. 

As Flower watched, Raven's hard shaft slowly disappeared inside the tight star between Hawk's ass cheeks, and the two moved together, with moves that were well-known to both. Obviously they had been together many times, with the practiced ease the love-making showed. Flower found herself on the edge of her own orgasm, and when Raven and Hawk cried out their release, she came with them, and cried out her own. As they all spiraled back down to earth, their eyes moved to the shadows of the doorway and locked on her slender figure, her fingers still buried inside her clothing. They sat up and pulled on their clothing, as she tried to find the strength to move. Giving her a slow smile, Raven held out a hand to her, motioning her toward them. Blushing, she moved into the firelight, unable to meet his eyes.

"Sit down, Little Flower. Were you spying?"

"No, oh no. I just found the cave and wondered about it...then when I saw the torches, I wanted to see what else was further on....when I saw the two of you...I ...I just couldn't seem to leave."

"Did you enjoy watching us?" When she couldn't answer right away, he caught her hand and brought it to his nostrils, smelling her arousal. "I believe you did...." 

"I'm sorry....I didn't mean...."

Raven caught her chin and made her look at him. "Flower, how many times must we go through this? You do not have to be embarrassed or feel badly when something pleases your sight. If our love making gave you pleasure as well, we are happy." Hawk nodded in agreement.

"I know.....I seem to have a difficult time still letting go of the old ways....the old ideas of what is right between men and women..."

"You must let go if you are ever to be truly free and happy here. Loving someone is not wrong...not ever. If you choose to love them with your heart or with your body, it is a good thing, especially if they return that love. Hawk and I love each other very much, and sometimes we choose this way to show it." He paused, then said, "He and I love you very much as well, and we should like to do so with our bodies someday, if you would like." 

Flower caught her breath. She was not surprised, as the unspoken desires had been there for a very long time, but she was not expecting them to be mentioned to her. At this moment, she found herself wanting both of them to touch her very much, and very intimately. She parted her lips to speak, and found she had no voice, but her eyes said everything. Gently, Raven cupped her chin and brought his lips to hers, kissing her deeply. She felt his tongue moved against her mouth, asking for entrance, and she opened her mouth to allow it. At the same time, she felt Hawk's hands move around her from behind, stroking over her tunic and caressing her breasts. She moaned softly against Raven's mouth, her hands resting against his chest. Her tunic was being slid up now, and she felt Hawk's bare chest against the skin of her back, his warm palms caressing the tender flesh of her breasts. She arched her back, her mouth still captured by Raven. Hawk thumbed her nipples tenderly and then slid his hands downward to her mound. She was whimpering with pleasure now, moisture seeping from between her thighs. 

Together, the trio moved until they were lying back on the skins covering the hard floor of the cavern, and Flower's clothing was removed slowly, leaving her nude. The breechclouts disappeared as well, and now three beautiful young bodies lay naked together, the soft light flickering across their skin. Flower lay between the two young men, feeling their mouths on hers, moving across her throat and shoulders, and downward. Two mouths and tongues on her breasts drove her wild, and she found herself reaching out and taking each of them in her hands, and stroking them. They kissed and nibbled their way down to her hips and then kissed one another over her pubic bone. Together, two tongues slid over her labia, and worked their way inside her, as she grasped their hair, urging them onward. They brought her to climax quickly and tenderly, then let her rest, softly stroking her skin with their fingertips. She felt loved and warm between the two of them. Her body felt deliciously free and sensuous. Raven kissed her again, and then Hawk followed suit. Looking up into their faces, she smiled warmly.

"Flower, we can stop now if you wish, or we can continue. It is your choice."

Flower thought about it, knowing this was a big decision. If she continued, she would soon no longer be a virgin, and there was no way to take that back; however, she did want to make love with someone she loved, and that was most certainly the case with these two men. She knew that they would not be angry with her if she chose to stop, and she knew that she could bring them pleasure without actually having sex with them, but she found she wanted them far too much to stop. She looked first at Raven and then Hawk.

"I do not wish to stop, but I cannot make the choice as to who will be my first. You must make that choice for me, for I love you both."

The two young men looked at each, smiling brightly and leaned in to kiss her again. That question had been discussed long ago, in the event that the fantasy had ever become a reality, and was already decided. As they stroked her body, kissing her all over again, Raven rose over her and straddled her hips, his cockhead sitting just against her entrance. "You are certain?" he asked a final time, and in response, she opened her legs wider for him, giving him easier access. He began to slowly push into her, not wanting to hurt her any more than necessary, as Hawk moved over her breasts, licking at her nipples and arousing her further. She began stroking his cock, as Raven moved further in. She felt a sharp pain, but it was gone immediately, and then there was only the fullness of the shaft inside her. Raven allowed her time to adjust to his girth, and then began to move, as Hawk hungrily suckled her nipples and diddled her clit, then moved down to lick at Raven's shaft as he moved in and out of the girl. 

The feelings were wonderful, and Flower felt as if she were soaring, as her lover thrust in and out of her virgin pussy. A wave of ecstasy slammed into her, and she felt Raven pull out, his cum splashing on her stomach, and the warmth of Hawk's cock entering her, feeling slightly different and still wonderful. He made her feel as good as Raven, and soon she was soaring again. After he had pulled out and climaxed on her belly, his seed mixing with Raven's, the three lay together, spent and happy. She felt herself drifting into a doze, warm and happy between her two new lovers.



In Days of Olde Ch. 09



When the three young people were finally able to move, the men put out the campfire after they had all dressed, and they moved toward home. Flower felt happier than she ever had in her entire life, walking between the two young men, and she could not seem to stop smiling. They were grinning as well, and all felt closer than ever. She found she could not wait to share the news with Dove, knowing instinctively that her friend would be pleased at the turn of events. She spied the other girl immediately as they entered the camp, and with a squeeze to both their hands, she was off. They laughed softly, watching her go.

"Dove…Dove!" Flower called out, and her friend looked up from the corn she was grinding, happy to see her. "Something wonderful has happened!"

"What?" Dove's eyes were shining and she smiled with anticipation, eager to hear what was making her best friend so thrilled.

"I've….I've been with Raven and Hawk…." She wasn't exactly sure how to put into words the magic that had occurred. "They were….together, and I was just going to talk to them, and then they…"

Dove could discern some of what Flower was trying to say. "Oh, you must have seen them loving one another." She smiled. "They are beautiful together, are they not?"

"Oh yes….I couldn't stop watching them…" She blushed a little here, still feeling odd about spying at first, no matter how inadvertent it had been. "It was so lovely that I had to….um…."

Dove giggled. She still found her friend's embarrassment at sexual things amusing, having grown up with the openness of the People all her life. "You touched yourself, my Sister."

"Well, yes….then, when they were done, they saw me and called to me, and when I joined them….well…."

Understanding dawned on Dove's face, and she clapped her hands, and hugged Flower tightly. "Oh, that's wonderful! You're a woman now. Was it pleasurable for you? They are the best lovers here, it is no secret."

"Oh, my, yes. So wonderful. I love them both…." She stopped suddenly, a frown creasing her brow slightly. "That's alright with you, isn't it? I know you love Hawk…and I would never want to…" Dove stopped her.

"Yes, I do love Hawk, but I also love you. I am happy that he would share such a beautiful gift with you. Perhaps someday, we can all share that gift." She hugged Flower again. Now Flower could be completely happy, knowing her friend was not jealous. She hadn't expected her to be, but it was nice to have confirmation. She picked up another mortar and pestle and began to help Dove with the grinding, thinking back to the events that had taken place earlier. She found that she could not wait to see the men again. She wondered how this would change the relationship they had.

Meanwhile, a very unhappy Storm had been listening. She had overheard Flower's words as she was passing by, and she was furious that the girl was no longer pure, but she would figure out a way to use it to her advantage. She smiled a little, as she thought of how Stalking Panther would react to the knowledge that the little virgin wasn't any longer. He would torture the girl to no end after that, making her the whore of his tribe and every other he decided to share her with. He would degrade her beyond belief, and it made Storm's heart soar to think about. As much as she would love to take the girl and cut her throat at that very moment, she would gain much more enjoyment knowing that Flower was suffering in body and mind at the hands of the man who had taken her village from her in the first place. She could scarcely wait for time for her to be removed. Her eyes brightened as she had another idea, and she hurried to talk to her cousins about it.

Unaware of any of this, Flower went on about her tasks, and joined her friends at the campfire that night, snuggled close to Raven, as they talked after dinner amongst themselves. If anything, her joining the ranks of womanhood had made the four of them closer than ever, and they reveled in each other's company. Many eyes watched them, smiling, happy to see a new family forming, even if it had not been recognized just yet. There were few who would be surprised if these four joined together to form their own household. Flower glanced about the circle at one point, seeing the warm looks sent her way, and she knew that by now, everyone was aware of what had happened. For once, she did not feel anything but proud and happy. She sighed with contentment, feeling Raven's arm about her, Hawk's fingertips resting on her leg and Dove's hand on her other knee. 

From the shadows, three pairs of eyes watched the little group disdainfully, and a bit hungrily. "I want her…." Water purred softly. "She's still practically a virgin after only two, and she's still a virgin where women are concerned. I will be her first. I want to lick up the sweetness that rests in her honeypot, and make her beg for more."

"And so you shall….but it must be later….she must drink the potion first, so that she will think it only a dream…." Storm smiled. "I will give her the draught soon, and before too long, she will join us." The others smiled in eager anticipation, lustful at the thought of new, barely tried flesh. They were kissing madly when Storm left them. Flower had stepped away for a moment to tend to her needs, and was headed back to the campfire, when Storm stopped her, holding a cup. 

"Oh, Flower, would you do me a great favor, and taste this? It's a new drink that our visitors have offered, and it's delicious, but I want someone else's opinion before offering it."

"Of course I will Storm…thank you for asking me." Flower smiled, pleased at the friendly overture on the other girl's part. She was often a bit standoffish with Flower, so she hoped that this was a good sign. She sipped eagerly, and nodded. "It is delicious."

"Why don't you go ahead and finish that, and I'll go get the rest? I'll take the cup with me, to wash."

Flower drained the cup, and then headed back to the fire. Soon after she sat down, she began to feel very strange, as if she needed to lie down. Blinking her eyes, she told the others she felt very tired, and thought she would go on to bed. Thinking nothing of it, they offered to walk her home, but she declined, not feeling badly enough to need an escort. As she moved toward her home in the darkness, she began to feel more and more strange, almost as if she had a high fever. Out of the darkness, a figure emerged, catching her elbow. "Come this way, Little Flower," a voice said, and she obeyed, floating too much to question. She was led away from the camp, and into the forest, under the light of the full moon. She and her guide entered a clearing, lit only by the silvery light. She was aware of two other figures standing there, and then her escort stepped from her side and moved behind her. She felt hands cup her breasts from behind, thumbing her nipples into rapid hardness, and she moaned and swayed, for it felt exquisite.

A voice hissed in her ear. "Yessssss…..give in to it, Little Flower. Do not deny your body. You need this tonight. You want this tonight." Her clothing was being removed and she felt the cool wind on her bare skin. Someone knelt in front of her, and a mouth moved between her thighs, kissing her pussy, as a tongue invaded her. "Bring her."

Storm had led Flower to the place where they intended to rape her, and now she felt her own excitement swelling. Lynx was taking the unprotesting victim over to a bed they had made of branches and skins, and pushing her down. He stripped and lay beside the girl, his hands moving over her skin, then leaned in and suckled her nipples. Water moved between her open thighs, eagerly licking and sucking at the pussy she had just been enjoying a few minutes before, her nude body glinting in the dim light. Flower was moaning softly, clearly enjoying the feel of the caresses. Storm moved to join them, taking the girl's other breast in her mouth, and teasing it with her tongue. She could hear the sounds of the other busy mouths on the sweet flesh, and she nipped at the breast, wanting to cause some pain to the innocent girl she hated so very much. She knew they dared not leave marks, but there were ways. 

As for Flower, she was lost in sensation, floating, her nerve endings attuned to every touch. She knew people were playing with her body, but she didn't know who, and it didn't matter. She felt so aroused, it wouldn't have mattered if the other Tribe had come and taken her at that moment. She would not have been able, nor would she have wanted to fight them. Such was the nature of the herbs she had been given. It lowered all resistance and inhibitions, while rendering the victim into a dream state. The next day, she would vaguely remember dreaming about sexual things, but would have no idea exactly what. She moaned again, and arched her back, to allow the mouths better access to her breasts, and they happily complied.

Raising her head, Water murmured, "I want her mouth on my pussy now. She must learn how to eat pussy properly, if she is to be a true whore." She looked at her mate, who was still sucking on the nipple and nudged him. "You fuck her while I straddle her face. That will make her eat my pussy even better." He grinned and nodded, moving to take her place between the spread thighs of their prey. Storm continued to play with Flower's breasts, but she sat up to watch the other two. Water moved over the girl's face, and lowered herself onto her lips, just as Lynx slid his cock into her cleft, making her gasp. When she opened her mouth, her tongue slid into Water's honeypot, and she moved against the tongue and lips. Instinctively, Flower moved her mouth, wanting to taste what was being offered. Soon, she was sliding her tongue all over Water's dripping pussy, as Lynx pounded into her. He pulled out and sprayed his cum all over her belly, as Water filled her mouth with her own orgasm.

Storm moved now, licking her cousin's cum from Flower's bare skin, and moving up to kiss her nectar-coated lips. She ground her body against the girl's, their breasts bumping softly, and nipples rubbing. She deepened the kiss, invading Flower's mouth, raping her with her tongue. Wrapping her arms around the girl, she rolled over, putting Flower on top of her. She could hear Water sucking her mate's cock, getting him hard again. She grabbed Flower's ass, caressing it, making the other girl grind her pubic bone against her. Now, she felt Lnyx's legs on either side of hers, and knew he was getting ready to deflower another part of their pretty little innocent. Holding tightly to Flower, Storm felt her cousin's cock as it slid over her, getting coated with wetness, then she felt him parting the other girl's ass cheeks. She felt Flower tense a bit, and kissed her even harder, forcing any resistance away. She felt Water's mouth moving between her pussy, and up to Flower's as Lynx slid into the tight star of the girl's ass, slowly burying himself to the hilt in her. Now the three of them moved in tandem, raping the young body, pleasuring it at the same time. Flower was screaming out her pleasure into Storm's mouth, scarcely able to bear all the sensation at once. Finally, all climaxed in a shuddering mass, and Flower slipped into oblivion. She would sleep the rest of the night.

When the others had recovered, Lynx carried the girl over to a nearby stream and they cleaned up all traces of their lovemaking from her body, then carried her quietly home. No one had even entered the dwelling yet, so they were able to slip her into her bed without anyone being aware of what had taken place. When Dove came to bed later, all she saw was Flower sleeping peacefully, and Storm sleeping in her own bed, a small smile touching her lips.



In Days of Olde Ch. 10



Flower awoke late the next day, still feeling a bit tired, but very relaxed at the same time. As she washed herself, she thought of the strange dream she had experienced the night before. It had not been unpleasant in any way, but it had been filled with sexual feelings and images. She guessed it must have been because of her lovemaking with Raven and Hawk that had caused her to dream of such things. She felt a flush color her cheeks, remembering both snippets of the dream and her real-life experiences with the two young men. It was odd to her in a way, for she seemed to recall other women being in her dream and touching her, and it had been very pleasant. She thought about that for a moment, as she dried herself. Perhaps she was curious about loving another female physically, and that was what had caused the phenomena. She decided to find Dove and talk with her about it, getting her opinion on the matter. 

She left the stream and made her way into the village, stopping to speak with several people along the way, and helping with small tasks as she went, until finally, she found Dove gathering foodstuffs in the forest. She began helping her immediately, and wasn't quite certain how to begin. Finally, she cleared her throat, and said "Dove, I wanted to ask you something, and see what you thought."

"Of course, my friend." 

"I....had a dream last night. It was filled with....well...."

Dove laughed softly. "You had a sex dream, didn't you?" Flower blushed to the roots of her hair and nodded. She wished she didn't get so embarrassed every time she tried to discuss these things. She had wanted to tell Dove the day before of everything that had happened, from her feelings at watching the two young men mate, to how their mouths and bodies had felt touching her own, but she was still reluctant to do so. Nevertheless, she was determined to get her friend's opinion, so she made herself continue.

"Um....yes, I did. The thing is....I don't remember too much about it, except there seemed to be only one man and....two other women with me." She paused, then took a deep breath. "They were all...touching me and kissing me and...doing things to me and to each other, and it felt really good. I liked it all."

"That is very normal after an experience such as you had yesterday."

"Even with the women in my dream?"

"Oh yes...you've seen the women in the tribe....how many of them love one another physically, and you've probably become curious about it. Now that you're a woman, it is only natural that you would wish to experience such a thing for yourself."

Flower thought about that for a bit, as they worked, then she looked at Dove. "Well....if I am curious....how do I go about....doing something about it?" The other girl grinned at her. "If you're that curious, my friend, I will help you. Tonight, if you like, you, Raven, Hawk and I will go away together for a time, and play together. Would you like that?"

"Oh, yes. I think that would be lovely."

"I will speak with them in awhile then. Tonight after dinner, we will sate your curiosity." 

The two girls continued working, talking about other matters, but Flower's mind was filled with the coming evening, and what it would be like. She loved her friend, and she knew she would feel most comfortable with someone she knew well to try something so foreign to her. Also, she hoped Dove might teach her how to please a man a bit more. After they went back to camp with their full baskets, she saw Dove go and speak with the two young men, who were busy working with their bows, restringing them. They glanced her way, and smiled warmly, Raven giving her a wink. She felt warm down to her toes, and could scarcely wait for the night to come. 

Storm and her party had planned to drug the girl again that night, and molest her, but they soon learned of the plans that had already been made, so they knew they would have to wait. They decided it might be best to wait a day or so in between, that way it would not suddenly seem suspicious to Flower that she was having sexual dreams every night. They would prey on the other members of the tribe, the young untried or barely tried women to appease their twisted appetites in between. The very thought of sweet young flesh made them all quite lustful, and they spent most of their time in a state of sexual excitement. 

Dinner came and then the magic time, of couples pairing off and slipping away. The four young people moved together through the brightly lit night, to the cave in the forest that belonged to Raven and Hawk. When they had learned of what was planned for that night, earlier they had prepared the cave quite well, so that when Flower entered, she was pleasantly surprised to find a huge 'nest' of branches and skin covering the floor, so that it was even more comfortable than the day before. A small fire was laid over to one side, and they quickly had it blazing away, warming the cool air. She found herself feeling slightly nervous, now that the time had come, but as soon as Raven stepped behind her and slid his arms around her slender waist, she relaxed. He pulled her gently back against his body, and said softly "Watch..."

Hawk and Dove had stepped into the midst of the bedding, and were holding each other tightly, their lips touching lightly, still clothed. His hands slid down to cup her ass, and hers slid up to his shoulders, and the kiss slowly deepened. Meanwhile, Raven let his hands slide up Flower's sides, to cup her breasts gently, as they watched the others. He began speaking softly in her ear, as the two moved slowly before them. "See how they cling, Little Flower, their bodies melting into one another, despite the clothing they wear. The body knows that soon, skin will caress skin and it prepares itself for the act of love. Do you feel wetness between your thighs, Sweet One?" He ran his thumbs over her nipples softly, as she nodded, her eyes fixed on the couple in front of them, mesmerized by his deep voice thrumming her ear. 

Hawk and Dove were now removing clothing. His was gone quickly, and hers followed suit. They were breathtaking in their nudity, eyes locked on one another, fingers sliding down to touch between each other legs. The lovely young woman slid her fingers slowly over her lover's cock, while his fingers slipped into her softness, and his thumb grazed her clit. Flower could feel Raven's erection pressing into her bottom, as he continued speaking. "See how lovely they are in the firelight? His cock is hard as a tree trunk, seeking out her warmth and wetness. Your nipples are very hard, my Sweet One. Is your pussy very wet? Does what you see excite you?"

Breathlessly, she whispered, "Oh yes..."

"That is good....it excites me. It makes me wish to dip my cock into your wellspring of life....or into Dove's.....or into my Hawk's tight ass. Does this make you uncomfortable, to have me speak of such things?" He continued to caress her breasts, but now let a hand slide downward to cup her mound of Venus. She gasped. A finger slid along her cleft, through her clothing. "Does it?" he repeated.

"A....a little bit.....but it is....exciting also."

"Good....watch as he kisses his way down to her full breasts....tastes her nipples.....sucks them...." Hawk was laving Dove's heaving breasts hungrily, his hands on her hips, holding her still. She was moaning and stroking him hard. Flower could see a drop of pre-cum glisten on the end of his cock. She could imagine his mouth on her breasts, as Raven continued to caress her, rubbing her cleft even more firmly. Her knees felt weak, and she trembled against him. His erection felt huge against her bottom, and he ground himself against her slightly. She moaned again, wanting her clothing off very badly, so she could feel him touching her bare skin. The other couple had now dropped to their knees, his cock pressing against her belly. 

"What do you want right now, my Sweet Flower? Do you want to join the loving you see before you?"

"Yes!" The word leapt off her tongue before she could even think, and he laughed softly, deep in his chest. His lips brushed the side of her neck, and then he caught her up in his arms and moved into the bedding as well. The other two had stopped to watch their friends now. Raven laid her down in midst of the skins and furs, and began to undress her. The other two joined in, and then he shed his clothing. Now, they began taking turns kissing her. Raven's mouth was first on her own, then Hawk claimed her. Then, as the two men watched, Flower received what she thought was her first romantic kiss from another woman. Dove's lips were soft and tender, very gentle against her own, but insistent, so that she parted her lips and let their tongues touch. She was surprised by just how arousing the kiss was to her, and she found herself sliding her arms around her friend, and pulling her close. She could feel Dove's hard nipples rubbing against her own, as they kissed, and it was a wonderful sensation. Now as they broke apart, she looked at the two men, and they were stroking one another, kissing themselves. It was so erotic, she groaned aloud, and Dove responded by leaning down and beginning to kiss her left breast, very lightly and softly, her fingertips rubbing circles on the other one. Flower couldn't help but arch her back, offering herself to this female that she loved like a sister. The kisses became firmer, and then Dove had her nipple in her mouth, and her hips were moving up and down slowly, in response to her friend's sucking. She was spreading her legs without even conscious thought, just needing to be filled. She glanced at the two men again, and saw that Hawk was busy sucking Raven's cock as if it were his last meal.

The pure lust and raw passion that filled the cave were almost more than she could take. It was heavenly, and then Dove's fingers slid into her pussy, and it became more so. Flower cried out at the feeling, as her friend finger-fucked her and moved from nipple to nipple back and forth, making her insane with need. Now Dove kissed her way downward, slowly, moving over her flat belly and over her pubic bone, to where the real treasure lay. She pushed her friend's legs even wider apart, and her mouth closed over the labia. Her tongue moved into Flower's depths, and then teased her clit. Flower found herself crying out her friend's name. "Oh, Dove....yes....please keep doing that. Please keep kissing my....." She couldn't bring herself to form the word she had heard others say before.

"Pussy, Sweet One. You can say it. Ask her to lick your pussy." Raven's voice was a bit breathless as Hawk continued to pleasure him. "Just as I will say, my Hawk, suck my cock. Your mouth feels so wonderful, my Sweet." 

The words inflamed Flower, and she found herself finally able to say things she had never thought she would utter. "Dove...oh God......kiss my pussy....lick it....it feels so good when you slide your tongue in.....don't stop.....please play with me more...."

Dove brought her just to the edge of orgasm, and then stopped, as did Hawk. "Time to change partners," she said, winking at her friend, who looked dazed. She moved toward Raven, and Hawk passed her, and knelt between Flower's legs. She looked over to see Raven's cock disappear into Dove's talented mouth, then she felt Hawk's mouth moving over her, lightly kissing, dipping his tongue into her sweetness, and now sucking her clit into his mouth. She could hear Raven moaning as Dove sucked and licked his shaft, her hands clasping his ass tightly. He thrust two fingers into her pussy as she sucked him. Again, they moved to the very edge of orgasm, and stopped.

For Raven's turn with her, he lay on top of her, sliding his cock along her slit, and teasing her, as he slowly licked her nipples, one at a time. Flower ground upward against him, finding herself once again saying words she had not thought herself capable of saying. "Raven, my Raven....please Beloved....I want you inside me....I want to feel your...cock...in my pussy....I want you to make love to me....I need you...." He simply continued to move against her, teasing her, as the other two performed a similar dance beside them. When all had almost reached climax again, he rose up on his knees. 

"Now, it is time to give you ultimate pleasure, my Flower. We shall all make love to you at one time, and you shall feel your spirit soar and spin with the force of our love for you. Are you ready?"

Weakly, she managed to nod, feeling as if she could scarcely take anymore. Their mouths moved as one on her face, then Hawk and Dove took her breasts, as Raven slid to the hilt into her soft wetness, and claimed her again. She screamed with the excruciating pleasure of it all, the lips and tongues on each nipple, the cock thrusting into her, and a thumb teasing her clit madly. When she finally crashed over the edge, it did feel as if she were soaring above her body, looking down on the beautiful love scene before her. It seemed to go on forever, until she slipped back down to earth and felt the warmth of them all still surrounding her and touching her. Raven's cum spread across her belly, warm and sticky, and Dove was licking it off of her skin. Hawk was emptying his seed across Dove's back, with a mighty groan, and now Raven moved between her thighs and licked her to a shuddering orgasm as well. 

They all lay in the bedding, tangled together, deeply satisfied. After a time, Dove squeezed her friend's hand. "Well, what did you think of loving me?"

"It was wonderful, Dove. Thank you for sharing it with me."

"You didn't seem so shy all of a sudden!" Dove teased her, and they all laughed. 

"No, I guess not. It was....amazing. I love you all so much."

Raven smiled at her, and kissed her gently. "And we love you, Flower. In fact, Hawk and I have been speaking of something. How would you two like to form a family unit with us? "

The girls sat up quickly, their eyes wide, then looked at each other. Slow smiles slid across their faces, and as one, they fell on the men again, kissing them madly. When they left them up to catch their breath, Raven looked at Hawk. "I think that means yes!" His friend grinned and nodded, and then all cuddled together for some more playtime before heading back to the camp.



In Days of Olde Ch. 11



It was a very happy and relaxed quartet that moved back into the camp in the wee hours of the morning. All four had loved and been loved for many hours of bliss, until they were becoming too sleepy to move. With soft kisses, they all parted ways, with Flower and Dove moving to their dwelling and Raven and Hawk heading in the opposite direction. The girls fell into their beds and were immediately asleep. As soon as their breathing became the even sound of slumber, Storm's dark eyes opened, and she rose quietly, moving to stand over Flower's bed. Remembering what the girl's body had looked like unclothed and thinking again of what Panther would do with the girl made a surge of desire flow through her. Taking a chance, she leaned over and nibbled lightly at one nipple and then the other, just to see them harden. Flower moaned softly, but did not stir. Storm smiled wickedly as she made her way back to her own bed, for her victim was already showing signs of great responsiveness, without even being aware of it.

The next morning after breakfast, everyone gathered together for a special meeting before going to their tasks for the day. The Chief rose and held up his hands for silence, then when all eyes were upon him, he spoke. 

"I have very happy news this day. I have been asked and given permission for a new family unit to form within our tribe." He gestured, and the four lovers rose and stood beside him. "I am certain no one is surprised by this decision, and I received it with great joy. Is there anyone amongst you all that feels these four should not join together?"

He waited for several moments, then nodded. Looking first at Raven, he said, "This new family will be your responsibility ultimately, young Warrior. You shall be head of your dwelling and the others will obey you when you speak. You are to lead them with wisdom, kindness and love in all things." 

Next, his eyes turned to Hawk. "You will assist Raven's Call in his duties as the leader of your family. If he is ever lost to us, the family will become your responsibility. Follow him closely and listen to his words. You will work with him to protect your women and children at all times, as well as the tribe."

His next words were to Dove. "Singing Dove, you have been a good and kind friend to the young woman brought to us such a short time ago. You are to continue to be a loving and good friend as well as mate to her and to these two young men. Work with them and your family shall be blessed."

Finally, the Chief eyes moved to their adopted daughter. "Little Flower, you have truly been a credit to this tribe. It is difficult to realize that is has only been a short time since you became a member of our family. You are very loved, and I say the same words to you as to your sister. Be a loving friend and mate to her and to the men in your household." He gestured again and the four sat back down, then he looked back at each person seated there.

"We shall have a joining ceremony to formally unite this new family at the time of the next New Moon. Between now and that time, prepare yourselves, and be ready."

Many people came up to the four after the Chief had finished and congratulated them, all saying what a good choice they thought it was. There were smiles all around, except for in the bushes, where Storm, Lynx and Water lurked. Storm was furious, for this was happening much more quickly than she might have anticipated. The other Tribe had not even left for home yet, and Storm had assumed she would have until the Spring to get rid of her adversary. Now things would have to be escalated. Fortunately, since Lynx and Water had been spending most of their time with her, they would not be missed by their own Tribe for a journey of a night or so. "The New Moon comes in 14 nights. We shall wait half that time, then I shall drug her and you shall remove her." A thought came to Storm and her eyes gleamed suddenly. "And myself! I will go as well, and then 'escape' after some time, and make my way back, to bring the terrible news that Little Flower is dead. Raped and murdered and left in the forest." Smiling wickedly, she hurried out to offer her false congratulations as well.

Raven was suspicious about Storm's best wishes, but she seemed sincere and gave both the girls a hug. "I will help you gather what is needed for your ceremony," she offered and Dove and Flower both eagerly accepted. 

As the girls moved off together, Dove and Storm began explaining the customs of a joining ceremony. There would be gifts given by all the tribe and new dwelling place erected as well. They would all make new clothing to wear, and there would be a feast with all manner of good things the night of the ceremony. It sounded very similar to weddings that took place in Flower's old life. She was excited and could scarcely wait for the two weeks to pass, when she would, for all intents and purposes, be married. It might not be 'conventional' and some of her past friends would not have understood or accepted it, but she had come to realize that loving someone was never wrong, no matter who it might be. The girls chatted as they moved along, gathering plants that were in season and any berries that might still be left.

Two nights later, Storm managed to give Flower the drugged potion again, and spirited her away to be plundered a second time. The girl felt very strange as she led along through the dark trees, by an unknown hand. She seemed to recall feeling this way once before, but it would not come to her when or where. She did not resist or protest, but moved along the almost unseen path to a cave covered by vines. This was a different location than the first time, for even though there would again be only snippets of memory of the night, it was not wise to use the same place twice with the same victim. Into the darkness she was led, down a slope to the heart of the stone shelter. Firelight flickered and Flower's eyes tried to adjust.

She could see a naked man and woman before her, his cock buried between her legs as he took her from behind, mating her as if they were animals. She felt a stirring in her own loins at the sight. Storm had stopped leading her, and was now sliding her clothing off, running her hands over the other girl's body, teasing her nipples into peaks, cupping her breasts from behind, kissing her neck and sliding her fingers over Flower's pussy lips. The girl gasped and moaned at her touches, her eyes never leaving the joined couple before her. Storm slipped out of her own garments and moved in front of Flower, leaning down and beginning to kiss her nipples, pulling the other girl's hands forward to make her caress her own breasts. Immediately Flower's fingers were rubbing and stroking Storm's breasts eagerly, which made her mouth work even harder on the nipples beneath it. The moans grew louder, both from Lynx and Water, and from the innocent girl playing with Storm. Flower was pushed to her knees and Storm moved forward to straddle her mouth. "Lick me, Slave," she commanded and felt the mouth and tongue moving on her. After several minutes, she caught Flower's hand and pulled her toward the others.

"Our little Slut is ready for us, my dears," Storm said, smiling hungrily. "Since she is no longer a virgin, you may do whatever you wish with her, but keep her tight. Panther will want to fill her over and over again, and hurt her as much as possible." 

Lynx pulled out of Water's pussy, and said, "Bring her over here." He pointed to where wooden stakes had been pounded into the packed dirt floor of the cavern. A person-sized blanket had been laid between the stakes. As he stood there, rubbing his hands all over Flower's body, Storm and Water took soft cloth and wrapped it around each of her small wrists and ankles, protecting them from the braided rope that would be tied around each. Grinning, Lynx pulled her over to the spot and pushed her back. "Spread your arms above your head, Slave," he commanded, and she did so. He secured her wrists above her head, tying each to a stake, then did the same thing with her ankles. Now she lay spread-eagled and open for their viewing pleasure. "Look at how wet she is, lovers. She wants to be fucked. Let us give her what she wants!"

Lynx moved to stand over her. "You Beauty....I would have loved to be the one to deflower you, but this is almost as delicious." So saying, he straddled her, and rammed himself deep inside her, making her scream. The women laughed and each took a breast in her mouth, sucking and licking as Lynx pounded into Flower again and again. Although she had not been quite ready, between the drug she had been given and her own natural sexuality, the girl was soon gushing around him, and thrashing with the pleasure of it all. At the last moment, he pulled out of her, and his cum sprayed the ground, as none of them wanted her going to Panther carrying his child. He rose and moved to his cousin, beginning to diddle her clit, while his mate moved to Flower's side and pulled out something from the shadows. It was a piece of wood, carved to resemble a phallus, and worked completely smooth. It was thick and long, almost too large to fit into anyone, but Water grinned as she showed it to Flower.

"I am going to fuck you with this, little Slave," she purred nastily, "While you lick my pussy. If you are good, perhaps I'll let you cum." She straddled the girl's mouth, writhing against her and shoved the wooden phallus into her sopping slit. Flower screamed into Water's pussy at the feel of the foreign object, but she did as she was told at the same time. She was being conditioned to obey, and soon her will would be pliable enough that the drugs would no longer be needed. She would be so sexually responsive that she wouldn't be able to help herself if someone wanted her. The wooden object pounded in and out mercilessly and the moans of Lynx and Storm mating assailed her ears and senses as well. A tongue touched her clit as she continued to be raped by the false cock, and she felt herself cumming again, even as Water's cum flooded her mouth. Lynx came back to Flower and took her pussy again, while the other women played with her breasts, enjoying them as they kissed each other and her. They took turns pushing their nipples against her mouth, so that she could suckle them.

After Lynx had spent himself for the third time, Storm got a wicked glint in her eye. "Let's turn the bitch over. I want to fuck her ass with that toy." Laughing, the others complied, and soon Flower was on her hands and knees, still bound. She felt her ass cheeks being parted, and then the hard object was pushing into her from behind. She screamed again, even as Storm's other hand moved around to play with her clit. The woman was as rough as she could be without permanently damaging her victim, and Lynx and Water enjoyed watching, pleasuring each other with their hands as they observed. She forced Flower to a climax again with her fingers, then they all shared the exhausted girl a final time, with Lynx plunging even more eagerly into her tight sweetness than the first time. 

After they had rested a short time, they once again took Flower to a nearby stream and cleaned all traces of the night's attentions from her form, then carried her back to her bed at home. As before, no one had entered the dwelling yet, so all that Dove spied when she came in was her two sleeping comrades. She smiled and dropped a kiss on Flower's cheek before going to bed and slipping into dreamland herself.



In Days of Olde



In the bushes, Raven and Hawk watched helplessly at the display that was taking place in the camp. Again, despite themselves, they were sporting huge erections and longing to be there among the others, their mouths on that sweet flesh. They watched her writhing, at first in fear, then they heard her begin to moan, and knew that pleasure was beginning to take over, despite what she felt. Hawk felt Raven's hand slide beneath his loincloth, and he moaned, barely above a whisper, and let his own fingers curl around his lover's member. They rubbed pre-cum into each other's skin, their eyes still glued to the helpless girl. The others were naked now, and rubbing their cocks against her body. The leader moved to her mouth and forced himself between her lips, making her suck on him. In response, Hawk dropped to his knees, pushing the cloth aside and began to suck on the engorged cock before him. Raven's fingers curled in his hair, but he kept watching the scene. The mouth and tongue he knew so well were sliding over his hard shaft, even as Charity was forced to do the same. He imagined for a moment that she was sharing him with Hawk, and felt a climax building. He knew the younger man could feel it as well, for he began sucking and licking faster, his hand moving down to cup the tightening balls. Raven came in a hot rush, filling his lover's eager mouth and throat, his eyes still fixed on the orgy in the clearing. The men were taking turns at her mouth now, but she had not been allowed to climax, even though they kept playing with her breasts and pussy. He collected himself for a moment, then pulled Hawk up to his feet, kissing him fiercely and dropping down to his own knees to return the favor. Now his lover was watching the others, as he used his mouth skillfully to bring the young man quickly to a shuddering climax.

In the clearing, Charity was so befuddled she scarcely knew what was happening. She was being teased and touched and used in ways she'd never dreamed of and it horrified her and frightened her, but at the same time, it felt pleasing in a way. They would not stop, would not let her alone. She was the fly and they were the spiders and they were going to eat her alive, it seemed. At least no one had raped her...yet, anyway. They had all spurted into her mouth and nearly choked her, and she was sticky with honey, sweat and semen. They circled her and chanted again, then the leader suddenly lay down on top of her and began moving his body against hers, inching his hard member closer and closer to her womanhood. He licked his lips, and began sliding himself up and down her slit, rubbing her with his cock, but not entering her. He ground and rubbed and slid and she felt something building deep inside and found herself thrusting back against him as best she could. She didn't want to, but her body had a mind of its own, and then suddenly, she was shrieking like a banshee, feeling wave after wave of pleasure washing over her. She felt him spurt against her belly, and then she swooned.

Panther felt exhausted after the orgy they had had with this new captive. It had been a long time since a woman had excited him so, and he could scarcely wait to show her to the Chief. As long as she was still pure, he would be greatly rewarded, and would be allowed to decide when and where and even how she was deflowered. He lifted the messy woman and took her over to her previous prison. Tomorrow they would bathe her before they headed for camp. He bound her arms around the tree again, but left her legs free. There was no way she could free herself. He spoke with each brave, telling them how he wanted guard duty handled, and then went to his tent to sleep. The brave stood watch, occasionally glancing at the lovely woman bound to the tree, the moonlight turning her skin to silver. She was the last thing he was ever to see, as the knife slit his throat from behind, and his knees crumpled without a sound. Hawk eased him to the ground, as Raven slipped behind the unconscious girl and freed her wrists, but held them so that she would not fall. He waited until his friend stepped over to her, and then released her into his arms, stepping silently around the tree. Moving quickly, they disappeared into the night, leaving one corpse behind, trying to put as much distance between themselves and the others as possible.