Loving a Caveman
Sexy Stone Age, Book 1
by Philomena MacKinnon
eBook ISBN: 9781499586121
Print ISBN: 9781499586121
A young cave girl virgin discovers the pleasures her husband can offer during her wedding night.
This was the day. It had come far too soon. I refused to open my eyes. Perhaps if I pretended to sleep, I would get a few more minutes, an hour even. Some more time of freedom. I could imagine that this was a day like any other, one that I would spend gathering berries in the woods, clean furs and blankets at the waterfall, cook with my mother, look after my little siblings. This had been my life for so long that I didn’t want it to end. But tonight it would be over, tonight I would leave my parent’s cave and move on into another’s. I would say the vows and drink water from the river as a symbol of the ever flowing love that would be between my husband and me. As if there ever could be love.
Only a week ago I had sat by the river, watching the waves crash against the stony banks. The snow-melt had made it bigger. Every year it grew like a pregnant woman during spring, then went thinner and thinner in the summer. But even then, no one crossed the river, not even Mighty Spear from the Greencave clan. Not even him, the valley’s strongest warrior dared to. Every summer, some of the half-grown boys tried to, and failed. Most of the time, there was no body to bury. The river flows faster than a man can run. But there were legends of the people who lived on the other side of the river, of strong men and beautiful women, living outside of caves in the plains beyond the river valley.
The big stone on the banks of the river had become my refuge ever since my father had told me of his choice. My future man. Regus the Silent. Regus the Quiet. Regus the Weak. Regus the Limp-dick. I would have never chosen him, never, never. Andor, yes, or maybe Lundur, or Wäga, all strong men, with big arms and beards that reached their chests. That were men. When they went hunting, they came back with deer hanging over their shoulders. Together, those three could kill a mammoth. They were strong. They were suitable as a husband for me. They could carry me into the cave and show me what love was. Not Regus. He would not do.
It was all my father’s fault. Regus had a sister, a beautiful girl, a little younger than myself, with wide green eyes that seemed to be amazed by everything they saw. She was pretty, and my father had given her to my brother. Regus’ price had been me. I had to marry the stupid quiet oaf and my brother got the best girl he could hope for. Life wasn’t fair!
“It is time.” My mother had entered the cave. There were flowers in her hair, and her curls were held back by a green string of leather. She was beautiful, as pretty as the flowers on her brow. She was wearing her finest fur and the saber-tooth-necklace my father had given her on the day my brother was born. I would never get a saber-tooth-necklace. Nor a bracelet made from mammoth tusk. I might get a rabbit bone as a present from Regus, and even that was an optimistic thought. It wasn’t fair.
“Get up, darling.” Mum pulled away the fur I had been sleeping under. Beneath, I was naked. It was almost summer, and I hated having to sleep with clothes on. Still, I shivered in the cool morning air. “The Circle is waiting. Come with me.”
Groaning, I got up and looked for my favourite fur. “No, stay like you are. You don’t want to get any stains on your clothes. Come now, hurry up. You know how they hate to wait.” My mother almost dragged me out of the cave.
My eyes hurt when I stepped into the sunlight. The cave had been dark and gloomy as it always was. My home no longer. Tonight, I would sleep in another home. Regus’ cave was an hour’s walk away, a bit closer to the river. That would be an advantage at least. I wouldn’t have to go far to drown myself after the first night with my husband.
A curtain of ivy hid the circle’s cave from view. My mother stopped in front of it. “I can’t go in with you. Be brave, my girl. You’ll do fine.” Now that the time had come, I was a little afraid. None of the other girls knew what the circle did with brides-to-be. And those who had married wouldn’t talk of it. Not even Mara, my best friend, had confided in me. And believe me, I had pestered her for weeks.
I stepped through the ivy curtain and left the sun behind. Dew drops fell into my hair. There was only darkness ahead. Taking a deep breath, I called out, not knowing whether anyone was listening.
“I am here!”
An old, but powerful voice answered, followed by the echo of the cave: “Who has come to the Circle?”
“One who wants to become a woman.”
“Who has come to the Circle?”
“One who wants to leave childhood behind.”
“Who has come to the Circle?”
“One who wants to be a mother.”
Silence. Had I made a mistake? Had I done something wrong? Those had been the words my mother had said, and her mother before her. Did the Circle ever refuse a girl to enter? Would I become the first?
Still, there was only silence. Then, suddenly, a hand gripped my arm. “Follow me, girl,” somebody whispered. I stumbled along, guided by the claw-like fingers that pressed against my skin. For the first time in years, I was afraid.
Then, there was a light, a flickering torch on the wall, followed by another, and another. I could see the smooth cave walls now, glistening in the fire’s shine, shadows dancing around us, celebrating the wedding to come. The woman dragging me along was Wanda, Mara’s grandmother. She always smiled when I saw her in my friend’s cave, but today her face was grim, her expression serious. The tunnel ended in a large cavern. On one side, a fire burned brightly, and in the middle of the cave, the women of the circle sat cross-legged and eyes-closed. All of them were old, very old, over forty at the very least. Their long hair was falling over their bare backs like a warm blanket. They were as naked as I was, but all wore their clan’s colours. The circles started around their breasts, then circles around them, and around those, until the whole body was covered in a beautiful pattern. They were holding hands. It was such a serene sight, one that I never wanted to forget. The circle of women radiated a completeness, a kind of perfection. I wanted to be one of them.
As one, they began to chant, their voices filling the cavern, echoed back a hundredfold.
“Are you ready to become a woman?”
I nodded, then noticed that they wouldn’t see.
“I am.” My voice sounded a little unsteady. I wouldn’t give in to the fear. Every woman went through this, so it couldn’t be all that bad.
“Then step into the light.” As one, they opened their eyes and stood up, welcoming me into their middle. Standing inside the circle, I felt even more naked than I was, with every woman staring at my body. I knew most of them from sight, but not their names. There were two or three from each clan, their colours marking them as the same. Fifteen women, all staring at me.
One of them cleared her throat. I had never seen her before. There were white streaks in her hair, and the circles around her breasts were as white. She had to be the head of the Circle, the woman who didn’t belong to any one clan, but to all of them at once.
“First, you will need to be clean. Then, you will need to learn. Thereafter, you will need to practice. Then, you will wed. Do you understand?”
I nodded again, not knowing what she was talking about. I was clean, I had showered beneath the waterfall just yesterday. There were no knots in my hair, my mother had made sure of that with her ivory comb that had cost my father two deer shanks. And what would I have to learn? How to keep a cave clean? Again, my mother had made sure of that. Every time I complained about sweeping our home, she told me that it was good practice for when I had my own cave to look after. And I could cook, and sow, and care for babies. I even knew a little herb lore that my grandmother had taught me before she went into the snow two winters ago.
“Do you promise you will not resist?”
Now I was really scared. Not resist? What were they going to do to me? Bad enough that I had to marry that oaf; I didn’t much care for any more troubles.
One of the women coughed. “In my days, we did not have to be asked that question. Today’s girls have grown soft,” she whispered.
“Silence!” The Circle Leader’s echo boomed through the cave. I shivered.
“Do you promise?”
Without warning, two women grabbed my arms, two more my legs, pulling them apart. Another took a torch from the wall and held it into the fire until the flame began to eat at the wood. Fear began to choke me. Were they going to burn me? At this moment, I had regretted my promise not to struggle. The woman with the blazing torch came closer, so close that I could feel the fire’s heat on my body. Slowly, she lowered the torch until the flame was almost licking the place between my legs. The heat was almost unbearable, as she moved the torch back and forth. The fire never quite touched my skin, but it didn’t have to. It was still extremely painful. But at the same time, there was a new feeling inside me, a deep sense of pleasure that had been waiting to be awakened.
A weird smell filled the air, like an animal on a spit that hadn’t been skinned properly. When I looked down, I saw the last few brown hairs on my vulva shrivel and fall off. The torch was taken away, and I breathed a sigh of relief – until my left arm was pulled up and the torch reappeared there, searing away the hair in my armpit. Once, the flame touched my skin and I cried out, and the echo of the cave cried with me. Once the hair had gone, my other arm was lifted up and the same thing began anew. I didn’t understand why they would remove the hair, every woman had hair on those places, only little girls didn’t. And it was their job to make me into a woman, not into a girl. But it didn’t feel right to ask that question.
The torch was taken away and another woman approached me with a wet rag with which she cleaned my vulva and my armpits from soot and the last few hairs.
Once it was done, the women let go of me.
“She only screamed once,” one of them chuckled. “Remember Mara, she screamed and screamed until I wanted to shove something into her mouth.”
“Yes, and remember…” They broke off when the Circle Leader shot them an angry glance.
She cleared her throat again, then continued.
“You have been cleaned. Now you will learn. Sit with us.” As one, the women sank down, building a circle once more. This time, I was part of it, with a woman on each side.
“You already know what will happen during the ceremony. Now, you will learn what will happen thereafter, in his cave. Tonight, you will take the colours of your husband Regus. He will give them to you, and you will accept. You will thank him for it in any way you see fit. Then, he will prove his strength and his endurance to you. If he is a strong warrior, he will last through the night. Tomorrow morning, you will show the clan your new colours. From then on, they are yours to wear during ceremonies. Should you ever ascend to the Circle, you will also wear them at our meetings. No one can take your colours from you, not even when your husband dies. Only when another fights your husband and wins, he will win you and you will take on the victor’s colours.” She paused and smiled. “But don’t worry, girl, this hasn’t happened in at least four generations. The first part of learning is over. The second part will now begin. Katrin will show you.”
A red-haired woman stood up gracefully and invited me to sit with her beside the fire. The other women closed their circle and began to quietly discuss other matters. Katrin was about my mother’s age, with green eyes smiling at me out of a pretty face.
“Do you know what happens between a man and a woman?”
“They lie together and get babies,” I suggested, and she laughed.
“Yes, that’s the children’s version. You will be a woman tonight. You will need to learn what women know. While you have a vulva between your legs – some of the women call it pussy – men have a penis – but you will soon learn that there are many more names for it. And just like a needle goes into a hole to sow, the penis needs to go into your hole to make children.”
She laughed again, her eyes twinkling with amusement. “And pleasure. It can be fun, believe me. At the beginning, it might be a little strange, or even painful, but you will soon see how much pleasure it will give you. And you will learn that there is not just one way of doing it, just as there is not just one hole the needle can go into. Nor is there just one needle that can go into the hole. If you ever need some advice or new techniques, you can always come to me. And I’m sure that the other women can explain some more, should you wish to learn.”
Katrin leaned towards me, whispering. “Most girls do come after a few months, there’s no shame in wanting to try something new.”
She sat back and raised her voice. “And now you are ready to be wed.”