Let

by Cherie Denis

  Gem grinned. “I know what you’re doing, girl.”

  “Yes? And?”

  Gem’s grin grew, and she stroked a warm hand over Cia’s swollen breasts. “And Og and I would join you if we had time, but we do not.”

  Cia was puzzled. “You would join us?”

  Gem nodded. “Oh, yes. I’m sure we would have fun, but you must go now.”

  “Go? Now? Why?”

  Gem laughed. “There’s no time for fucking, girl. Your mother is giving birth while we stand here talking.”

  “Oh. I will tell Let. Wait for me.”

  “I would see Let, yes?”

  “No!” Cia growled. “No. You will not see Let. He is mine, and I will not share him.”

  “Why not? Is he not good?”

  “I haven’t taken him for a mate yet. I do not know if he is good, and I will not let you find out. Do you want to share Og?”

  Gem grinned. “No, not yet. But one time, we will share a cave and see who has the best mate.”

  Cia shrugged her shoulders. “Maybe one day, but not today. Where is Og?” Cia asked before she returned to her lover.

  Gem laughed. “He is busy.”

  “He is always busy.” Cia also laughed.

  She returned to tell Let she had to go to her mother and found him resting on his side, cock in hand. He watched her, his eyes full of fear. “We will do it again?” he asked with a bright, shining smile.

  Cia’s knees weakened, and her womanhood wept for Let’s touch. Let was so beautiful with the firelight reflecting off his dark skin. She bent and touched her lips to his. “Yes. We will do it again. Soon, very soon.”

  Let rose to his knees and put his long arms around her. “Good. I am ready now.” His long cock stood straight out from his body, glistening and hot to the touch. He pressed his body against Cia’s belly and rubbed her with his wet cock.

  “We cannot, Let. My mother is giving birth, and I must go to her now.”

  Let’s smile fell, and his dark eyes filled with sorrow.

  “Come to me tomorrow, Let, and we will draw pictures of your cock and play.”

  His smile brightened. “I will return.”

  “Now, cover yourself,” Cia urged anxiously. “Gem is waiting outside to go with me to my mother’s sleeping cave.”

  But before Let could stand to put on his leather work apron, Cia leaned forward and put her lips on the tip of his cock.

  “Nice,” she said softly.

  Let laughed. “Your touch feels good.”

  “I like to lick you. We will do it again. Tomorrow.”

  Then she touched her lips to his and waited for him to cover his cock with his apron.

  They left the sleeping cave together.

  “So, my sister,” Gem said with a sly peek at Let. “I see you have been busy.”

  Cia shrugged her shoulders. Taking Let’s large hand in hers, she led them across the main cave to her mother’s sleeping cave.

  Gem tried several times to make Let talk about what they had been doing in the sleeping cave he and Cia would soon be sharing as mates, but Let was the strong, silent type. He merely nodded and smiled.

  Cia loved Let’s smile, so sweet and full of innocence. Let would tell no one. He wanted her for his mate, and he knew if he said too much too soon, they might not be able to mate.

  * * * *

  Cia’s mother was close to delivery. She groaned and thrashed her head against the bearskin under her body. Because she was the eldest and only daughter, it was to be Cia’s privilege to cut the baby’s cord when it made its way into the light of Tec.

  Cia helped Fa to rise and eased her swollen body onto the birthing chair Cia’s father, Dec, had carved in expectation of this special birth. This was the sixth time Cia would cut the cord of a new child, but unlike the other births, this time, the child would live and grow. Fa had delivered too early each of the other times, but this time, Fa had carried the child a full nine moons.

  This child would grow and flourish. Praise Tec.

  All the dwellers anxiously awaited the birth of this special child. All knew the story of Fa’s lost children, and all prayed to Tec for the safe delivery of this child.

  Gem’s mother was there to ease the delivery, and Dec paced outside the opening of the main cave. Cia knew her father was frightened for Fa’s life and the life of the child. He could not bear to hear his mate cry in pain as the child entered its new home.

  Cia had watched her father’s face as each passing of the moon brought Fa closer to giving birth. His homely face had become more wrinkled with fear and age. He had signaled more than once to tell Cia he and Fa were too old to be having another child. Cia would have to help with the child. It would be her responsibility. He did not want his mate burdened or overworked. All he wanted Fa to do was rest and feed the child. The rest of its care would be Cia’s. Cia was strong and did not mind. She needed to learn how to take care of a child anyway if she and Let were going to mate.

  The older women sent Gem and Cia out of the birthing cave. The young women leaned against the cave wall, waiting silently for someone to tell them what they were to do. Giving birth was more dangerous than running from a wild boar, more life-threatening than the saber-toothed tiger. Neither young woman could think of anything to say. Both were too frightened to speak of their fears.

  What if Fa died? Who would feed the child?

  What if the child died? Would it kill Fa this time?

  The last time, Cia and Gem had searched the forest floor for herbs to ease Fa’s suffering. Could they find more of the mood-lifting herb if she needed it this time? They had saved some from the last time, but it would not last long enough for the next growing season.

  Fa’s legs were spread wide over the opening in the birthing stool, her feet flat on the cave floor. Her face, dark as the sky before a storm, was scrunched up in pain. Fa held her breath and grunted. Again and again she pushed. She groaned and moaned, yet nothing happened. Ret urged her with hand signals to push harder.

  Ret signaled she could see the fur on the top of the baby’s head as it pressed its way out of Fa’s woman-opening.

  Fa gave a hard push followed by a loud grunt, and the child’s head popped out.

  The child’s eyes were closed. Its little nose was flat and squashed against its small, round face.

  Cia moved forward, anxious to do her part in this momentous occasion.

  Ret dipped her instruments in the boiling water she had waiting by the fireside. Nothing was going to ruin this birth. This child would live.

  Using her hands, Ret turned the child and eased its shoulder out of Fa. With a low moan, Fa was able to push the child out into Ret’s waiting hands. Ret grasped the child by his heels and tapped him gently on the back.

  A squeal filled the sleeping cave, and a joyous shout could be heard as Gem ran from the sleeping cave to notify the clan.

  Dec had a new son.

  Cia waited while Ret readied the cord for cutting, and then with the thin edge of a piece of mica, she cut the child loose from their mother.

  “He is beautiful, my mother,” Cia signaled to Fa. “What is his name?”

  Fa, tired and sweaty, pushed her hair off her face and sighed. She signed for Cia to ask her father for the name he had chosen. Cia nodded. His naming would be her father’s decision.

  Old rules were not to be broken.

  Using the water she had boiled and let cool, Ret cleaned the child. As soon as she delivered the afterbirth, she cleaned Fa and laid the child at her breast. The child was strong and fat. He immediately latched onto his mother’s swollen teat and began to suckle for all he was worth.

  “It is good,” Ret signed to Fa. “He is strong and feeding. He will grow to be the biggest man in the clan.”

  Without disturbing her child, Fa checked him over from head to toe and was smiling when she looked up at Cia. “Tell Dec all is well,” she signed. “Have him come now. He needs to bury the afterbirth and say many prayers of th
anksgiving to Tec.”

  Cia rushed to find her father, who was pacing the dirt floor in front of the sleeping cave. “It is a son, and he is well, my father,” Cia signed. “Ret tells us he will grow to be the largest man in the clan.”

  Dec, who seldom showed any emotion, laughed and rubbed at his eyes. “It is good,” he signed. “I will go in now?”

  “Yes, my mother waits for you to see the boy and name him.”

  * * * *

  Let sat at his mother’s fireside, staring across the cave at Cia. Cia spent a good deal of each passing of Tec tending to her new baby brother. Little Sin was now one moon old, and Cia’s mother relied on her daughter for a great deal of help. Poor Fa was still recovering from Sin’s birth. She spent most of her time resting and rocking back and forth while she fed and held him.

  The other women of the cave helped Cia as much as they could, but they, too, had families to tend to, fires to stoke, and men to keep happy.

  Let stroked his cock and wished Cia had some time for him. His cock ached, and he was still waiting for the promise she had made the day Sin was born.

  Cia had said they would enjoy the touch of each other’s bodies again, and they had not. His cock was getting tired of waiting. He wanted Cia. He hungered for her. He wanted to feel the touch of her lips on the tip of his cock. She had done it once, and he wanted it to happen again.

  Let stood, and his cock thrust its way toward the high roof of the cave.

  Enough. He would no longer wait.

  He put on his work apron, but it did little to cover his massive cock.

  “Let?”

  “Yes, my mother?”

  “Where are you going?”

  “To Cia,” he growled.

  “You should wait for her signal,” his mother groused. She was busy stirring a pot of something for his evening meal. It smelled of spices and sage and was probably the large bird he had captured and killed with a rock this very day.

  “I can wait no longer, my mother. I am now eighteen summers, and I am tired of waiting for her to call me to her bed.” Let smoothed his hand down the front of his work apron.

  His cock jumped and pulsed. “I am very tired of waiting.”

  “Sit, my son. Eat your meal. Be patient. She will call you to her bed soon. I have spoken to Fa and Dec, and they are as anxious as you.”

  “Do you see my cock, Mother?”

  She nodded without lifting her eyes from the simmering pot.

  “Well, it, too, is tired of waiting. I go.” He took a step toward Cia’s home fire, and his mother put out a hand.

  “You should wait…”

  “No.” His voice echoed through the main cave. Many heads looked up to stare at his mother’s home fire.

  He strode across the cave, his steps long and firm. Behind him, his mother sighed and continued to stir the pot with the wooden spoon he had carved for her many moons ago. Let knew she was upset with him, but he was tired of waiting. He wanted Cia. Now.

  “Cia,” he spoke softly, but the baby, Sin, jumped and snuffled against Cia’s breast.

  Cia directed Sin’s tiny lips to her nipple and gave a soft smile when he latched on. “Mmm?”

  Let squatted across the fire from Cia so he could watch the baby’s mouth suckle at her tit. Tec. She was more beautiful than the flowers of summer. The baby sucked hard, and Cia grimaced.

  “Does it hurt?” Let asked in a gentle whisper.

  “A little. There is no milk. He is just happy sucking, and my mother is so tired. I sent her to lie down.”

  “Does it hurt when my mouth is on your tit?” His voice quivered, and Let swallowed loudly.

  Cia looked directly into his eyes, an act forbidden unless a couple were mated. “No.”

  Let’s cock rose like a tree in the forest, pushing against his work apron until he was fully exposed. “I want you, Cia. I want to be the one tasting and suckling your tits.”

  She nodded and looked down at her little brother. “I know,” she whispered.

  “How long must I wait?”

  She sighed, touching her lips to Sin’s dark head. “Not long, Let. Only a few more passings of Tec. Soon, Sin will be old enough for my mother to stop worrying that he will go to live with Tec like all her other babies.”

  “He is strong,” Let said, as much to assure himself as to ease Cia’s mind.

  “Yes. He is as strong as a little tiger cub,” she said fondly, running a finger through the fur on the baby’s head.

  “I will fuck you, Cia.” Let’s voice was more forceful than it should have been, but he was hungry for her.

  Again, she looked into his eyes with understanding. “Tonight, when the main cave is empty and the families are in their sleeping caves, I will meet you in our cave.”

  Let’s heart flew like the bird over the river. “Tonight,” he whispered, looking over his shoulder. No one was near.

  She looked directly at his cock and nodded. “Tonight, Let. You are old enough now for me to take you as my mate.”

  Let’s cock rose like the mountains surrounding the cave. Drops of man-juice formed on the tip of his cock. Cia watched as the drops fell to the cave floor.

  Let smiled, and his white teeth gleamed against the dusky glow of his smooth skin. Cupping his cock and balls, he said, “It is nice?”

  Cia licked her lips and nodded.

  “Good. It is big. Is it big enough for you?”

  Again, Cia nodded. Speech seemed to have left her for the first time since Let had met her many, many moons ago. They were both little children. He’d been sitting under a tree alone, crying. A small woman had walked up to him and signed something he did not understand, but he had stopped crying when she’d held out her hand.

  Cia had been there that day, and she, too, had held out her hand to him. She was the prettiest of all the group standing around him. She had encouraged him to come with them, and from then on, there had been something special between them. The special feeling had grown as he had grown. Now, the feeling lived in his body and had taken over his life.

  “Cia? Am I big enough? I have seen you fucking the older men of the cave. I worry I will not be a good enough mate.” It was his greatest fear. What if he was not as big as the other men Cia had fucked?

  “Stand up, Let,” Cia directed.

  “Others are watching,” he said with a grin.

  “Yes. The women will be most happy to see your large cock. Many men will be made happy tonight.”

  Let stood and waited.

  “Open your work apron,” she directed, “and set it to the side. I will look at your cock.”

  Let unfastened the apron and threw it on the ground. He’d barely missed the fire pit, but at the moment, he really didn’t care. His cock rose impressively from the dark, curly fur guarding his balls.

  Cia stared openly at his impressive, glistening cock. “You are so beautiful. Your skin is smooth and shining.” Cia licked her lips. “Push your hood back and show me the tip of your cock.”

  Many eyes were now watching them. Let could feel the heat of those eyes, and it made him more excited. He slowly eased the hood covering the tip of his cock back to show the dark, wet tip to his mate.

  “Oh, yes.” She sighed. “I will mate with you tonight after all the others sleep. I don’t have the words for what I feel about the beauty of your cock. Look how it glows in the firelight. Look how the tip gets wet and shines like the moon. You are more beautiful than the trees in summer, larger than the volcano, Pot, who breathes fire every moon, and hotter than the light of Tec.”

  Cia breathed deeply, and her nipple popped out of Sin’s sleeping mouth. “You are the largest man in the cave and possibly the largest man in the valley. And you are going to be mine.”

  Let couldn’t take his eyes off her wet nipple. Several drops of man-juice dropped into the fire and sizzled.

  The cave seemed to hold its breath, waiting for what would happen next. Would Cia fuck her mate here in front of everyone? They had a
ll been counting the passings of Tec and knew he was on the edge of his eighteenth summer.

  Let cradled his large, beautiful appendage in both his long hands, keeping the hood pushed back so he could stroke the tip of his cock. His finger came away wet. “Will you lick me, as you did before?”

  “Oh, yes, my mate. I will lick you and suck you. Then I will fuck you until you are limp as an old man.”

  Let bent and picked up his work apron.

  “I will wait for you, my mate. Tonight,” he whispered in parting. “Tonight.”

  “Yes, tonight,” she agreed, touching her lips to Sin’s tiny forehead. “I will fuck you until you are weak as a newborn. We will make sure you are strong enough to help lead my clan.”

  Let laughed, and the joyous sound echoed throughout the main cave. “We will see who is the stronger—you or me.” He turned and strode away.

  Cia watched his dark body leave her fireside and wanted to run after him. How she longed for him. Tonight he would become her mate for life. Cia sighed. He was going to taste more delicious than the sweetest water. The feel of his cock high inside her was a prize she had longed for since her first bleed. She had waited a very long time for this night.

  “Soon, Sin. Soon, he will be mine.” Cia eased her tiny brother down to nestle in the bearskin covering the cave floor near the fire. She made sure he was not too close to the heat of the fire and went to wake her mother. It was time to eat the evening meal.

  * * * *

  Cia helped settle Sin and her mother for the night, then she brewed a cup of herbal tea for her father. “They are asleep, Father, hopefully for the rest of the night,” she signed.

  He wrapped his hands around the stone cup and nodded.

  Cia continued signing. “I’m going to take a swim and spend the night in my cave. Mother will be able to take care of Sin this night, and I am tired.”

  Dec signed that he understood. “I thank you, my daughter, for your help. Fa has been able to rest since Sin’s birth, and now, she is stronger. The night is yours. Rest easy. I will take care of your mother.”