Let

by Cherie Denis

  Cia didn’t really care one way or another. She worried about her mother’s health, but babies were loud and often in the way. It was much more fun to think about Let and his fine, long, dark cock.

  She stopped at Ret’s fire and told her of the impending birth. Ret banked her fire, gathered her few birthing instruments and a large, carved pot to boil water in, and made her way to Fa’s fire. She laid her tools carefully on a clean, tanned rabbit fur and took the pot outside to fill it with clear water. Back inside, she pushed the pot close to the fire. It would be boiling by the time she needed water for the birth.

  Cia waited until her mother was busy at Fa’s fire, then she gathered her own tools. Today, she would work on the drawings she had started in the small side cave she and Let would occupy when she mated with him. It would soon be their home and their fire. She was so excited. She could barely wait for the day they would be mated.

  She’d been thinking about their mating a lot lately and knew she was not going to wait until the elders said it was time. She wanted Let, and he wanted her. She was going to mate with him today. He was eighteen summers old now, and she had waited long enough.

  Let would come to her after he’d hunted for a time. He always did. He couldn’t stay away from her, and she did not discourage him. She wanted and needed him near. When Let was with her, she felt safe. She also felt things she could not describe because she still didn’t have the words to do so.

  Words were so special to her. She and Gem had been working on making up words for things since they were girls. After each new discovery, they taught the words to the other young cave-dwellers. The elders used hand signals much of the time and refused to learn to speak. However, Gem’s mother could and would speak once in a while if the mood struck her, which wasn’t often because it made her mate angry.

  Cia checked to be sure she had her special drawing tools and her paints, and with a burning stick in hand, she headed to the cave she and Let would someday make their home.

  * * * *

  Let’s long, strong legs took him across the plain quickly. He’d forgotten his spear, but he wasn’t worried. Within minutes of leaving the safety of the home cave, Let came upon a straight branch as tall as he. Lifting it, he hefted it a few times. It was well balanced and would make a perfect hunting tool. Next, he scoured the ground for a piece of obsidian. If he couldn’t find a piece, he would have to return to the cave, and he would look foolish to the elders.

  He was about to give up when he found a piece. It wasn’t shaped quite right, but a little effort on his part and it would be perfect.

  A piece of volcanic rock in his large hand did a fine job of shaping the tip for his new spear. From the pouch he carried around his waist, Let pulled a long piece of sinew and quickly attached the now-sharpened piece of shining, black rock to the shaft.

  Balancing the shaft on his shoulder, Let took off at a slow lope across the plain.

  Several days ago, Let had seen a large antelope. Such a giant animal would make the perfect gift for Cia. It would furnish her family with many meals, and it would impress her father. It was not as large as the one Og had killed to win Gem as a mate, but the fleet animal Let had seen was still quite beautiful and fat.

  Let’s cock brushed against his thigh as he ran, reminding him of his hunger for Cia—a hunger he could not seem to be rid of, no matter how hard he tried.

  He loped along at a steady pace, his eyes ever alert for the animal, but his heart and body called out for Cia.

  He knew where she was at this very moment, and he couldn’t wait to be with her. He hoped by the time he found the animal, she would still be working and waiting for him.

  Let sighed and prayed to Tec for guidance and strength. Tec did not fail him. Soon, he came upon the antelope. As he crept closer to his prey, Let realized it was even larger than he had remembered.

  One well-placed thrust of his spear and the animal dropped dead where it stood. Quickly, Let lifted the animal, draped it over his shoulders like a cloak, and began to make his way back to the cave. He wanted to get the animal back as soon as possible so the women could drain it. Tonight, there would be blood soup for the evening meal—a delicacy they all craved but seldom could enjoy.

  Later, he would skin and gut the carcass. Then he would get it ready for the women to cure. Recently, some of the cave women had found a salt pool, and by pure chance, they had soaked some meat in the brine and dried it. The meat had not spoiled as it often did. The brine pool had been a wondrous find for them all. To be able to save more meat would mean fewer of the dwellers would die over the white months.

  Let’s mother was huddled over her fire brewing herb tea when he stopped and told her about the animal waiting outside the cave. Let was still telling her his hunting story when his mother jumped up, gathered up her bowls and obsidian knives, and rushed out to bleed the animal. Let stared after her. He hadn’t finished his hunting story.

  Cia would listen. She loved his stories.

  Let’s mother would be gone for some time. Now, he could go to Cia. It was early. She would still be there, waiting for him and working on her drawings.

  Everyone in the cave was either busy at a fire or out hunting. The central cave was silent because the smaller children were sleeping. Two older women had followed his mother outside to help bleed the antelope. No one was paying attention to him, which meant Let was free to go to Cia.

  * * * *

  Cia was putting the finishing touches on a new drawing of Let when he spoke behind her.

  “I have come, girl.”

  She jumped. She had been thinking of him, and suddenly he was with her. She turned and greeted him with a smile. He was closer than she’d thought. He was so close she could smell his man-smell and feel his heat. Cia’s face grew hot. She wanted him so much. She could not wait for their official mating.

  Let stepped closer and rubbed his nose on Cia’s. She sucked in a deep breath and without thinking touched her lips to his. Lip touching was not accepted practice for the un-mated.

  Why shouldn’t they touch lips? It was lovely and made her cunt wet and her belly feel hollow.

  The touch of his lips on hers always thrilled her and made her cunt swell with hunger. He was the first man she had touched lips with. The other men she had only fucked to learn how to be a good mate.

  The first time she had touched her lips to his, Let had stepped back, nearly falling. His beautiful, dark face had turned pale. It had startled them both, but the second time had been better, and the third had set off a fire inside both of them. Cia had barely been able to keep from mating with him.

  Let had been more alert than Cia. He had eventually put his hands on her shoulders and pushed her gently away. His cock had stood out from his belly like a tree trunk from the earth.

  “I...I…I…”

  “Yes?”

  “What did we do, Cia?” Let had asked.

  “Gem calls it kissing. Do you like it?”

  He had nodded.

  “Good. I think we should do it again.”

  Let had grinned and opened his arms. Cia had leaned close to him and touched her lips to his. This time, the lip touching had lasted a lot longer and made Cia feel funny in her cunt.

  She had stepped even closer to Let and trapped his cock between them. His hot cock had burned against her belly, branding her for life.

  Now, every time they were alone, Cia kissed Let, and Let kissed back. He was a quick learner, which pleased Cia greatly. He was going to make a fine mate and partner of a clan leader.

  Cia wanted to giggle. Kissing was exciting not only for her. Let was enjoying it, too, because as always, his cock was becoming hard, hot, and large against her. His broad, dark hands rose and covered her tits. Gem had called her tits “breasts” today in the pool. Cia liked the new word.

  “Yes,” she moaned against Let’s mouth. “Touch my breasts.”

  Let opened his eyes and moved his head a fraction of an inch. “A new word? ‘Breas
ts’?”

  Cia put her hands over his and pressed. “Yes, these are breasts. Do you like my breasts?”

  Let groaned and gave her breasts a gentle squeeze. “Oh, yes. I like your breasts.” He pinched her nipples, which immediately responded by tightening into firm beads. “What are these?”

  “You like feeling them, don’t you, Let?”

  “Yes. What are they?” He swept a rough finger over the tip of her breasts.

  “Ahhhh.” Cia writhed under his fingers. “Nipples. They are nipples.”

  “Oh. I will taste,” Let demanded, leaning close. He didn’t wait for her agreement. His long tongue flicked out and touched the tip of one nipple, and Cia’s legs trembled. Her cunt began to weep, the honey running down the inside of her thigh.

  No man affected her like Let could. She had relieved many men of their man-juice when they’d demanded her attention, but none of them were as wonderful as Let.

  It was accepted by the cave-dwellers that if a man’s cock needed relief and his mate was not available, either because she was bleeding or had just given birth, he could demand attention from any woman in the cave.

  Cia was acknowledged as an excellent relief-giver.

  Let’s cock brushed against her belly, and Cia reached down to touch him. His skin was so hot, slick, and smooth. She couldn’t wait to taste his man-juice and to feel his cock slide into her cunt.

  Let continued to be mesmerized by her breasts and nipples. This was the first time she had let him touch her, and he didn’t have enough words to tell her how he was feeling.

  Her fingers pushed back the hood covering his cock, and drops of man-juice wet her hand. She smoothed the man-juice over the tip of his cock, and Let’s hips bucked.

  “Yes,” Let groaned against her mouth. “Yes, Cia. Touch me more.”

  “Like this?” Cia stroked his long cock slowly. Her single hand was not large enough to fit around his cock, but her other hand was busy stroking his firm balls.

  “Ahhh.” Let groaned and began to sink to the floor of the cave. Since his long fingers still clasped her breasts, Cia followed him down, anxious to continue. The game they were playing was dangerous and could get them both punished. No one mated until the elders gave their approval and they had not received official approval. The cave floor was colder than the white moisture that covered the plains in the winter moons, and Cia shivered when her knees hit the ground. Let groaned, and Cia whispered, “Keep silent, or we will be found, Let.”

  She couldn’t afford to be caught sucking Let’s man-shaft. If she broke the rules, the elders might forbid her to mate with Let or any other man. She couldn’t bear to lose Let. He was the mate of her soul.

  He was no longer a boy. Let was a man, full grown and larger than any of the cave dwellers in their cave. Larger than any caveman in the other caves of the valley. Women from other caves had told her there was no man as large, as strong, or as beautiful as Let.

  Let was special.

  No one was positive how many summers Let had. His mother had found him crying under a tree, and she had counted many lines in the sand to try to figure out his age. Cia had a feeling he was a lot older than his mother thought. He had a man’s body and a man’s mind.

  Cia prayed to Tec that she was not breaking any cave rules, because she was anxious to have her own clan. Rules, or no rules, she couldn't stop her feelings for Let. Her mouth watered at the thought of tasting his man-juice. With the hood of his shaft pushed back and out of the way, the head of his cock shone dark and wet. She smoothed her forefinger over the weeping eye of his cock. Let moaned.

  She placed her mouth over his to stifle his groan, and again she was shocked at the feelings traveling through her body at the touch of his full, dark lips. “Oh, Let. I must fuck you.”

  Let’s long fingers pulled at her nipples, tugging hard. It hurt, but it was a delicious pain. She wished he would do it harder. Before she could ask him, Let whispered, “Yes, Cia. Fuck me like you fuck Tog and Sen and all the other men. I have watched you from afar, and I watch the other men’s faces when you take their cocks inside. You make them all happy. I want to be happy.”

  She squeezed his cock lightly. “You will be happier than any of those men, Let. You will see. You are very special to me. Not like those men. I will make you very, very happy. I will fuck you and suck on your cock and taste you until you are out of man-juice.”

  Let’s large, white teeth sparkled in the firelight. “Yes. We will do it now?”

  Cia frowned. No. There was too great a chance they would get caught and her father would forbid her to take Let as her mate. Still, no one had found them yet. What would it matter if she had just one taste of his cock?

  She pressed his muscular body down onto the rough cave floor, and Let protested weakly but lay back as she’d directed.

  “Be quiet,” she demanded. “I will taste your cock, and then you must go. We cannot get caught.”

  Let arched his back, telling her wordlessly of his willingness. His cock jutted high and straight from his body. Cia tangled her fingers in the kinky fur guarding his cock and gave a light tug.

  Everything about Let was so different from all the other men in the cave. Her friend Gem’s mate, Og, was also different from all the other men. Og was light-skinned, and his fur was also light and shining. He was like the light Tec gave off each day, bright and glorious. Og was a beautiful man and a perfect mate for her friend and sister Gem.

  Let was as dark as the bark on a tree, and his fur was even darker and very sparse. His face was smooth and soft. His mouth was dark and firm—the same as his beautiful cock. The fur guarding Let’s cock was tightly curled and crisp as the grass after the white cold fell from the sky. But nothing about Let was cold. He was hot. Hot to the touch and hot to be near. His massive body gave off a heat all its own—a heat that rivaled the warmth of her home fire.

  The other men of the cave were of many differing colors of the earth, and most of the older men were heavily furred. The younger men were lightly covered with all types of fur. Some were crisp, some silky, and some had both types of fur.

  The men also were different when it came to their cocks. Some were as short and fat as the men who owned the cocks. Some were long and thin, some heavy and full. All were hooded to prevent injury when they ran or hunted.

  She would push back the hood and taste them. Some tasted nasty—a word she and Gem had invented long ago—and some tasted like herbs. Some she didn’t even want to think about. Few tasted good enough to enjoy.

  Cia only did what was demanded of her and never found it pleasant to talk about.

  Cia bent over Let, and while he played with her nipples, she ran a finger over the eye of his cock. His juice slicked over the head of his cock, and Let groaned. “Quiet, Let,” she whispered. “Be very quiet. I will taste now…”

  Her tongue touched the slit of his shaft, and silently Let arched off the floor. She ran her tongue around the bulging head of his cock, and Let opened his mouth. She put two fingers over his mouth as a warning. He sank back silently.

  Let wasn’t playing with her nipples, and Cia wanted that to continue. She let loose of his shaft and balls and put his hands back on her breasts. “Touch me,” she ordered. When he did, she went back to what she’d been doing—playing with his cock.

  She closed both hands around his throbbing shaft and bent to her task. Let would not lie quietly. He continued to writhe and wiggle, much like the snakes living in the forest. Cia licked the cap of his cock. Let groaned.

  He tasted wonderful, like the fresh grasses growing along the river. Sweet, slick, and a bit tart.

  Let’s cock grew in length and breadth. How could that be? He was already larger than any man she’d ever seen, yet he continued to grow larger and firmer. His balls also continued to grow larger and firmer as he neared explosion.

  Cia ran her hands up and down his slick shaft, silently urging him to finish.

  His cock seemed to be gathering strength, s
huddering and trembling with each stroke of her hands. More of his man-juice oozed out of his slit, wetting Cia’s fingers and making her movements easier.

  Up. Down. Up. Down.

  “Yes,” Let groaned, and his hips came off the floor.

  Cia opened her mouth to catch his man-juice and was rewarded when he exploded.

  Man-juice shot high into the air in great globs and fell back to earth with tiny splats. It sounded like water falling from the sky on a dark day. Cia caught some of the drops in her mouth, and when his man-juice slowed, she closed her mouth over his trembling cock and caught as much as she could. Soon, his juice ran out of the corners of her mouth and landed in a shallow pool on Let’s smooth, dark belly.

  “Cia? Where are you, girl?”

  Gem. If Gem caught her with Let’s cock in her mouth, Cia knew they would not be in trouble. But if one of the elders found them, she, not Let, would be punished.

  Thank the god, Tec, it was Gem.

  Cia lifted her head and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. Swallowing quickly, she stood and rushed to the doorway of the small sleeping cave, leaving Let still shooting his juices toward the rounded ceiling of the cave.

  Cia shifted her leather work apron to cover her cunt and ran her hands over her aching, swollen breasts. Gem would know what she’d been doing. There was nothing she could do to hide her upper body. Perhaps she should have Gem’s mother make her some of the woven coverings she’d made to hide Gem’s breasts.

  “Yes?” Cia stopped Gem before she could walk in on Let. She took Gem’s arm and led her away from the cave opening. She didn’t want Gem to see Let. Cia turned casually and looked back into the cave and was disappointed to realize the firelight reflected Let’s shadow on the cave wall.

  Let was still shooting man-juice skyward.

  Cia pulled her friend farther away from the small sleeping cave. “Yes, my sister? What is wrong?”