Cave Girl: Two For Thun'da (Patreon)

Boorg and Ap’aan were dead. Kor was ash and stain, its apemen scattered or killed. At last, Cave Girl was free.

She looked around Shareen—this paradisal oasis in the savage Dawn World which Thun’da and Pha called home. The sun was just a memory in the western sky. The beach was lit by a quarter moon and a few lights in the distance where those under Thun’da’s protection made their cook-fires.

It was a vista well-suited to the vision Cave Girl presented. At twenty, her supple body was curvaceous enough to be enticing seemingly to all living creatures—hence, perhaps, her command over her animal brethren. Her breasts had grown into shapely globes that attracted the admiring stare of men and women alike. Her animalskin dress covered her from low on her chest to high on her thigh, often allowing fleeting glimpses of her golden pubic thatch as she made her long strides. The attention that attracted was not so admiring… it was more like need.

Thun’da had not yet looked that way at her. The King of the Congo only had eyes for his beloved, Pha, which disappointed Cave Girl. She was so often reticent or resisting of how people looked at her. Thun’da’s eyes would be more welcome. She wanted to find out what she would do if he looked at her with the same anxious arousal as others.

Days of captivity and battling for his life had polluted Thun’da. He swam now in the watering hole that supplied nourishment to so much of Shareen’s life. Cave Girl watched him swim—dunking down to pluck moss off the lakebed and then scrubbing his naked body with it. No wonder he had smelled so clean when she’d first met him. She wondered if perhaps he would look on her with more favor if she bathed with the wet moss as well.

“Cave Girl,” Thun’da called to her, now treading the water a few feet from the finger of rock extending into the lake. She’d seated herself there, not wanting to be alone or far from help, but not wanting to join Thun’da in the water either. Like anyone in this wild world, she was careful to avoid another’s territory—and anywhere close to Thun’da seemed to belong to Pha. “Aren’t you going to come in and clean yourself?”

“Why?” Cave Girl asked. “Do I strike you as dirty?”

Thun’da pulled himself up from the water and sat down with her, his legs dangling into the water. “Just overly cautious,” he said. “There’s no need to be on guard. I’ll protect you.”

Cave Girl liked the way Thun’da looked. His back and shoulders bulged with muscle. His chest was almost black with thick hair. And his manhood was all the more impressive for how it drew the eye without him making any effort to show it off. Did he know it was massive enough to get her attention and that was why he displayed himself so openly? Or was he truly innocent of what a weapon he had, and how many willing victims it might find at the mere sight of it?

“Who will protect me from you?” Cave Girl asked, now unable to stop herself from looking ahead to the possibilities if she kept… wandering into this territory.

She had never met someone who had fought for her as Thun’da had. Now here she was, with nowhere else to go and no one else to be with. She could do anything she liked with him and it would only matter to her and Thun’da. And to Pha, but it was getting harder and harder to remember her…

Then Cave Girl heard bare feet padding across the rock. She turned and saw Pha stepping nimbly from stone to stone across the little peninsula that had become a vortex of the human activity in Shareen.

Pha was a dark-eyed, voluptuous women of two decades. Although her skin was light, there was an exotic cast to her lovely face. She had coal black hair, while her eyes were enchantingly blue, and her body was amply curved, revealingly buoyed by the straps of taut hide that went down from around her neck to cover her breasts, then became a full covering only low on her hips. And as skimpy and tight as the garment was, Pha doffed it almost immediately, taking the looped pelt down from around her neck and loosening the rest over her abundant chest, making even Cave Girl take notice and look to see how much would be exposed.

“Cave Girl, how can you get clean if you won’t go in the water?” she asked. “Come now, go in. Sabre will watch our clothes for us. I’ll wash them for you after. You are our guest, after all.”

“She worries she won’t be safe around me,” Thun’da said wryly.

“Is that so?” Pha asked, quickly skirting her furs down off her legs. She did it so rapidly and so casually that Cave Girl wondered if she knew how alluring the sight she unveiled was. Neither she nor Thun’da seemed to be aware that they were displaying some of the most luscious beauty Cave Girl had ever seen! “You can rest easy. I’ll protect you from him. And moreover…” she lowered her voice, “I won’t protect him from you.”

Cave Girl could see that she was among friends—a refusal to act as such would have her seeming odder than if she went along with them. She peeled her dress down her lithe body, briefly revealing herself to both of them and resisting the urge to cover herself with her hands.

She worried that Thun’da and Pha might be overcome with the same feelings for her that she was having towards them, but as much as her guts churned at the prospect… she didn’t know if she wanted them to refrain from looking at her, for any reason.

“It’s just as I thought,” Pha said, looking her over. “You greatly need the water!”

She grabbed Cave Girl’s hand and pulled her into the lake with her.

Cave Girl came up screaming. The water was ice cold! She stood shoulder-deep with Pha, their breasts floating—then cried out again when Pha moved in on her, encircling Cave Girl with her arms.

“What are you doing?” Cave Girl demanded.

“Warming you,” Pha answered. “I know there’s much adjustment, going from the balmy air to this cool water. Feel the heat of my body. Let it burn for you while you grow used to the lake.”

Cave Girl breathed hard, feeling Pha’s breasts pressed against hers, her legs rubbing with Cave Girl’s on each movement. Cave Girl flicked her tongue over her lips, hoping she was not giving away too much of her reaction to Pha.

“Thun’da, come here!” Pha called. “Help me warm our new friend!”

“She has to get used to it sooner or later,” Thun’da reasoned, swimming back and forth in the water.

“Stop showing off,” Pha said. “You know you’re cold too.”

Thun’da shrugged and made his strokes towards the women until he was standing next to them. He drew some of Pha’s wet hair away from her eyes.

“Don’t you like the water better over here?” Pha cooed.

“It’s no warmer,” Thun’da said.

“No? Then I guess Cave Girl and I will have to be the ones to warm you up. Come, my sister...” Pha said, showing what she wanted Cave Girl to do by pressing up against Thun’da herself.

Cave Girl pressed her body into the other side of his. Thun’da sucked in breath and turned away from her, seeming confused as to what he should do when faced with two beautiful women, not just filling his senses but overwhelming them.

Like any animal, Thun’da knew how to rut, but even the mightiest predator didn’t have to rut two mates at once. But, Thun’da had heard of two predators sharing a kill… only with these hunters, he didn’t think he’d mind being their prey.

Pha reached for Thun’da under the water. “Cave Girl, I think I’ve found a way to thank Thun’da for saving us… can you find it too?”

Thun’da flushed as Cave Girl reached out to touch Pha’s bicep… then trailed her hand down Pha’s forearm, following her flesh to what it was touching. She knew what she would find, but still, she couldn’t control herself. When she found him, he was as hard as stone and as big as a club.

“It feels like a cock,” Cave Girl breathed. “A big, hard… cock.”

Thun’da’s breath came out shaky as she and Pha felt him.

“Very big,” Pha agreed with a moan. “Very hard.”

“Big enough for two,” Cave Girl said breathily, her voice ragged not now from excitement, but from nerves. She didn’t know if Pha truly meant to share her mate. She could only hope… and ask.

“You saved him too,” Pha trilled to her. “And me. We need to thank you too.”

“Take it from Pha,” Thun’da said. “Saving her has gotten to be a habit.”

“I’d rather take it from you,” Cave Girl gasped.

Cave Girl wrapped her thighs around Thun’da’s leg, rubbing her hot sex against him with the weightless support of the water making her light as the feather—just like a doll Thun’da could play with, using her like a toy. That was how Cave Girl felt—like a toy—she and Pha and even Thun’da. Their bodies playthings for the chaotic lust they all felt.

Thun’da trembled, the two women pressing in on him on all sides, touching his body, stroking his cock. He caressed them in turn, squeezing and stroking his way down their curvy figures. His hands slid down between their buttocks until he found their slits. Then, from beneath, he fingered their openings—feeling his way into their sizzling, sucking cunts.

Cave Girl and Pha moaned, eyes rolling back in their heads as Thun’da felt inside them both. Cave Girl squirmed against him, moaning deliriously, stroking him with her body as heavily as she could. Her right hand slid down to his balls, kneading them, her nails lightly scratching across his scrotum. She took Thun’da by the chin, turned his head to her, and pulled their mouths together. They both moaned as they kissed.

Pha nuzzled up to the pair, lips assaulting Thun’da’s jawline with kisses, trying to get his mouth at the same time as Cave Girl, until all three of them were kissing each other.

Thun’da’s cock convulsed under the water, heaving with arousal that both women imagined inside of her—how it would please her to be centered around all that vibrant potency.

“I’m close!” Thun’da grunted.

“Not yet,” Pha said, breaking away from Thun’da and pulling Cave Girl back with her. “I won’t have you wasting your seed in this water. Let’s do this where we can taste it.”

They ran from the sandy beach to a patch of soft, tussocky grass that embraced their bodies as they lay down on it—Thun’da shoved down onto his back, Pha and Cave Girl lying down on their bellies between his open legs. With each woman holding one of his legs, they made sure he couldn’t deny them their reward.

“Have you ever seen such a big dick in all your life?” Pha asked.

“Never,” Cave Girl said, truly awestruck by Thun’da’s massive erection.

She and Pha didn’t even have to touch it to get it upright. Thun’da was as aroused as he was well-endowed, his prick looming like a tower in the air, twitching animatedly with each passing second as their lovely faces approached it. Together, the women nuzzled and kissed it, licked and nibbled at its length.

“It’s the biggest, most beautiful cock there is,” Pha said. “And I’d never share it with you if I thought for one second I could handle it all.”

Cave Girl laughed at Pha’s admission. She felt the same way. But even in the Dawn World, there was no point fighting over something when there was enough for all.